Thirty days to forever
I say, which is both and neither.
She turns to look at me properly then, and I watch her clock something — the way I said it, maybe, or just the fact that I didn't offer condolences like everyone else has been offering her all week. “He used to talk about the Constance like she had a temper,” I say, before she can ask anything else. “Said she only ran smooth for people who respected her. Refused to let anyone rename her, even after she needed enough hull work that most owners would've scrapped her for parts.”