If Tomorrow Never Comes

Iceberg Right Ahead

In the renault, the windows carried a layer of fog on them, in which Miranda's hand came up in a moment of passion, slamming into the window and making a hand print in the veil of condensation.

Inside the actual car, Andy and Miranda lay intertwined, neither with clothes. Both their faces were flushed and they looked at each other wonderingly. Miranda placed her hands on Andy's face as if to check and make sure she was real.

"You're trembling," the older woman whispered.

"It's okay, I'm alright," Andy sighed and rested her head against her lover's chest, feeling her heart beating.

...

"My mother wasn't the first person to lay with another while still married, and certainly not the last, by several million. But I can hardly believe she did anything wrong when her own marriage was failing at home and divorce was decades away from being legal."

...

Irv Ravitz stood next to the open safe, staring at the drawing of Miranda. His face clenched with fury as he read the note again: 'Irv, now you can publish this is the September issue when Jacqueline takes over, Miranda'.

Irv crumpled Miranda's note, then took the drawing as if he was going to rip it in half. He almost did, but then stopped himself.

"I have a better idea," he mumbled.

...

Two stewards entered the cargo hold below the ship under strict orders from Irv Ravitz and Christian Thompson to find Miranda Priestly and the third class scum she was with. They approached the Renault with its fogged up rear window and Miranda's visible hand print. They approached it slowly. The steward whipped open the door to catch them in the act, only the backseat was empty.

From beyond the stacks of cargo, Andy and Miranda tried to suppress laughter as they high tailed it out of there and plunged through the nearest way out of there. Both were fully dressed now and exited through a crew door onto the deck. They could barely stand as they were laughing too hard.

"Did you see those guys' faces?" Andy giggled and scooped Miranda into her arms. They stood there for a moment embracing, breath clouds around them in the freezing air, but neither of them even felt cold.

"When the ship docks, the twins and I are getting off with you," Miranda told her.

"This is crazy," Andy replied and stroked Miranda's face again.

"I know. It doesn't make any sense. That's why I have hope. My god, I live on it."

Andy pulled the editor closer and kissed her fiercely.

In the crow's nest, Fleet nudged Lee.

"Look at that, would ya," he commented.

"They're a bloody sight warmer than we are," Lee joked.

"Well if that's what it takes for us two to get warm I'd rather not if it's all the same for you, alright."

The two both had a good laugh at that one. It was Fleet's expression that fell first. Glancing forward again, he did a double take and the color instantly drained from his face.

A massive iceberg lay right in their path.

"Bugger me!!" they rang the lookout bell three times then grabbed the telephone, calling the bridge.

"Pick up ya bastards!"

Sixth officer Moody unhurriedly answered the phone.

"Is someone there?" Fleet screeched.