Still in her drying clothes, Georgia was lying on top of her duvet, reading her book. Evelyn looked down at her. “I don’t suppose you fancy giving me a hand, do you?” She didn’t expect a reply; her sister was deaf when into her books.
“Hmm?” came Georgia’s reply.
“Never mind,” she said huffily.
It would take forever to soak every sock, every pair of knickers, the T-shirts, shirts, jeans and pairs of trousers. And it would take back-breaking effort to squeeze the water out of them too. With a sigh, she began her chore, rinsing the socks first. She was only halfway through, when the door opened and a soiled Olivia walked in.
“What the hell happened to you?” asked Georgia, looking up from her book for the first time in over an hour. “You look awful.”
“Don’t ask,” replied Olivia, taking o
