Chapter Twenty Seven
Andrea's menstrual period came a second time since her arrival at the Center. The men staring at her in the booth and the mirrored room didn’t seem to notice the string. Two months. How many more?
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As Andrea approached her bedroom, she heard a clatter and turned to see Gail coming up the stairs. Rather than wearing the usual blue robe, Gail was dressed in a short, tight-fitting black dress, carrying a small handbag. She looks like a prostitute.
“Why are you dressed like that? Where are you coming from?”
“What does it look like I was doing? I was hooking.”
“What do you mean?”
“Come on, come on.” Gail opened the door to her room and motioned Andrea inside. She opened the door to the small closet with gaudy outfits like the one she was wearing.
Gail pulled her
