Chapter 13
It was about as probable as if he'd walked in with the Queen of England on his arm. And just as shocking. I gawped in openmouthed becrogglement.
The entire room grew silent. People stared at each other. I felt curiously ashamed of my nakedness and of the naked girl curled up on my lap.
Janet said, "I know that girl. She's a sophomore named Carol West."
"And not the sort of girl to be coming here, either," I added.
Chuck stepped into the middle of the room, leading Carol by the hand. Carol looked like a shambling zombie. Her eyes were not only glassy, they might have been beads. Her face was set in a rigid, mechanical doll's smile. Her arms hung limply, as though they were strung to her body by wires.
She didn't look merely drunk. She looked completely helpless.
Drugged
