A porthole, with the black heavens and the blazing stars, was before her.
He looked around the fixed cabin and out the porthole at the unmoving stars.
He lowered a tender gaze on his banjo and I went on looking through the porthole.
He stood there, looking out the porthole, and forgot I was there.
"You were right about the porthole, Robert," I said, and I gave him the promised ...