I turn on the catalytic diesel heater while Emma rummages around in her cabin. As I open the wine she emerges, fetchingly attired in a baggy pair of tracksuit pants and a thermal fleece. Wordlessly, she takes the wine I offer, and sits down at the saloon table near the heater vent.
Emma dangles her feet in front of the vent, and slumps against the backrest of the saloon benches. I take position opposite her and watch as she proceeds to drain the glass of wine without pause for breath.
"Ok, now I'm really worried," I say as she sets the glass down.
She laughs bitterly.
"Em. Tell me what's wrong?" I beg.
"He's been cheating on me."
"What?"
"Alan. He's been cheating on me. With some intern from his work. I don't know for how long."
"Jesus Christ. How'd you find this out?"
"He sent me
