Yvonne and her friends enjoyed an after-dinner drink together in the Prince George Lounge. It was late when she returned to her suite, and Roger was not there. He probably couldn’t wait to get to the casino, she thought. She was sure he had rushed down there as soon as Lady Em left for her room. He had always been a gambler, but now it was getting worrisome. She didn’t care what he did with his time, just as long as he continued to support their lifestyle.
She was already in bed, but not yet asleep, when the door opened and he came in, smelling heavily of liquor.
“ ’Yvonne,” he said, his voice unsteady.
“Keep your voice down. You’ll wake up the dead,” she said sharply, then added, “Did you lose again tonight? I know you were dying to get down there.”
“None of your business,” he snapped.
On that cordial note, Roger and Yvonne Pearson finished their first evening aboard Queen Charlotte.