Rohi leaned over and picked up the handbag to see what other goodies Ermana had brought along, but it was empty. A nightie and that was it? Rohi hated handbags, but she wasn’t an i***t. Ladies carried stuff like combs and coin-purses and lipsticks in their lady-cases.
Ermana trotted back through the curtain, grabbed the handbag and drew out a new blue pot of cold cream. “You have got to hurry up and get your own handbag for the things you need,” she groused, flinging the curtain out of her way.
Rohi’s mind tumbled. How could she have missed such an obvious object in otherwise empty handbag? Ermana’s satchel wasn’t small, but neither was the blue jar. It wasn’t that dark back here behind the curtain. Was she finally starting to hallucinate from breathing glue day and night? She’d warned M
