Out of the Chocolate Box (11)

As I negotiated the now lime green corridors on the Sister Ship, I met a willowy young mother, Monica and her two-year-old son. Her boy was so cute with Mediterranean features, olive complexion, wide brown eyes and a tumble of dark curls. Dr Mario’s, Minna had told me. Poor Liesel, the blonde, I mean, Monica, had won that battle.

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Out of the Chocolate Box (10)

The Captain sulked and poured over his laptop computer while I marveled at the detailed footage the camera’s powerful lenses which had captured dry river beds, ice-crusted lakes, the massive volcano Le Mons on our screen as we orbited Mars.

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