Chapter 14
“It’s funny the way people think girls won’t be bad together.”
Tiffany looked up from the tattered copy of Sisters in Sin that got us banned from the used bookstore in town. I could feel her staring at me, waiting for a response, but I pretended to be engrossed in Prison Girls. It was written like a Tennessee Williams play. Titillating, but I couldn’t see much of myself in those downtrodden girls who only slept with each other because there were no men around.
“Did you hear me, Bec?” Tiffany set down her book and grabbed another egg salad sandwich. For a skinny girl, she ate like a mutant. “Like, if we were a boy and a girl, my grandparents would never let us sleep in the same house, much less the same room. But us? I bet they wouldn’t even care if we slept in the sam
