"What's that?" Claire couldn't believe her eyes.
Miss Cassandra stares at her, then turns to the skimpy bikini in her hand. "I don't follow."
"I mean, am I supposed to wear that?"
Miss Cassandra smiles. "Oh dear. Didn't Captain Eduard tell you? You're supposed to attend a little event at the pool."
"Another event?"
"Yes." Miss Cassandra holds the bikini against Claire's body, as if testing it. "That's how things happen here, if you must ask. One moment you're having a party. The next moment, you're, err, having another party."
"This is ridiculous," Claire mutters to herself. "Is this not going to end?"
"I'm sorry, what?" Miss Cassandra says. "What's ending?"
