directed her comments to her lap and the floor.
Rather than calling her on it, Gilda gently tapped her on the knee. âI can tell you have a great voice just from listening to you speak.â
âReally?â Kay looked up at her and smiled. She wasnât a girl who was used to compliments.
âAnd what beautiful eyes you have,â said Gilda. âThe men are going to be in trouble when they set their sights on you.â
Kay blushed, but she didnât look down again.
âAnd you, Violet?â asked Gilda. âHow did you end up here?â
âThis is actually my second tour with the USO.â I mightâve been mistaken, but Violet didnât seem nearly as taken with Gilda as the rest of us. Something in her tiny eyes tattled that she wasnât about to be bowled over by the other womanâs attempts to disarm us.
âReally? Why, Iâm sure youâre going to have tons to teach us. Are you a singer like Kay?â
âNope. Iâm a comedienne, though I started as an actress. I was being developed at MGM for a while. Until the war broke out. When the work dried up, I decided to join the tour.â Her short, staccato sentences were begging for an interruption that never seemed to come.
Gildaâs hand gracefully framed her face. âWhat were you in at MGM?â
âGosh, nothing important. Only bit parts. I never had a chance to become a star like you, though a lot of folks have compared us. In fact, one director I worked with called me Baby Gilda. Isnât that a scream?â
Gilda nodded, her face frozen in a grin. Before she had a chance to disguise her surprise, the doors opened and a man and a woman entered the room.
âWelcome, Ladies,â said the man. âIâm Reg Bancroft, Captain of the Queen of the Ocean , and this is Molly Dubois of the USO.â Reg removed a clipboard from his armpit and quickly verified that we were all present and accounted for. âPlease accept our apologies for the excitement thatâs delayed us. Iâve been informed that the ship is secure, and weâll be able to get on our way shortly.â My lip curled at his use of the word âexcitement.â A women had been murdered. Surely there was a more appropriate way to describe it. âFirst, a few formalities: your luggage will be taken to your rooms. Regrettably, housing quarters are quite tight onboard, so there will only be two rooms for the five of you. I can assure you that thearrangement is much more generous than what our enlisted men and women are subjected to.â Kay tittered at that. Since the remark wasnât particularly funny, I wondered if she made a habit of laughing at inappropriate times. âThe room you are in now is the primary dining hall while onboard the ship. Over thereââ he pointed toward a cordoned-off area. While the tables we were at were bare of anything but scratches, the ones he was directing us toward were set with linens, silverware, and glasses. âThat is where you will dine, along with any officers onboard. Your food will be brought to you and will be of a different caliber than what is being served to the general population.â I translated what he was saying: we were the high pillows on this bathtub and that meant better chow and more privileges than everyone else. âWhen you are not rehearsing, you are welcome to enjoy the amenities, including our sundeck, which is also reserved for the officers, and our canteen, where we will attempt to feature nightly entertainment including, I hope, performances by you.â
He cleared his throat and flipped the page on his clipboard. âFrom this moment forward, you are under the rules and regulations of the U.S. Navy. You will obey every order you are given without question. At no time will you be told where you are or where youâre going, nor should you request that any such information be shared with you. While onboard this