“Pack this slave up,” he said. “I don’t have time for any personal dramas.” He threw another roll at Gisele and motioned for Thomas to leave with him.
Gisele got to it. Her nimble hands worked fast and covered all of Marisa’s lower face, then switched directions to encase the chin and top of the head. Marisa teared up, but Gisele didn’t stop, not even when Hilary pressed two thick cotton pads over the wet, frightened eyes and remained there while the gauze wrapped over the end of her fingers. Sure now that the pads would stay put, Hilary withdrew her hands and set to work on Marisa’s long hair, twisting it into a tight braid. Gisele worked around it and soon the person known as Marisa disappeared, the only thing left on the couch a moaning, struggling mummy. Gisele made one last adjustmen
