“I heard about Wash. Damn shame. My condolences. Rowan cried for a week, when she found out. She also volunteered to come be your interim pilot, ‘till you find a permanent.”
“I appreciate it,” Mal agreed. “Both the sympathy and the offer. But I went an’ promoted my supercargo to the position.”
“River?” Duncan asked, startled.
“She’s . . . changed a mite since . . . all that go se with Miranda,” he said, quietly. “Surprised me, actually. But she took to it like a duck to water. Better’n me, by now.”
“That’s faint praise. I’ve seen you fly,” Monty said with a guffaw.
-- Unfinished Business -- Chapter Six by ScrewtheAlliance