He pulled out three thick, glossy folders and slid them across the placemats toward me.

“What are these?” I asked.

“Are these for a trip?”

“Open the top one,” he said.

I pulled the thickest folder closer to my plate.

The cover showed a huge white ship sailing through bright turquoise water.

The word Mediterranean was printed in raised gold foil across the top edge.

“A month at sea,” Richard said.