CHAPTER SEVENIt was cold under the thin quilt but Red managed to get her shakes under control by snuggling against Bobby, rubbing her cheek against the rough hair on his abdomen. A jolt would have been better than this but this was better than nothing.
She could smell the stuff he was smoking, cheap hash, which wasn’t anything that interested her much. He shook a little himself, sometimes, and he didn’t smell as nice to her as he used to. She slid down, closed her eyes and pushed her forehead against his leg. She could feel the tendons through his flesh. He wasn’t as thin as she was, but he was getting there.
She felt him shift his weight, then push himself toward the head of the bed. She tried to ask him something and was rewarded with a whack on the back of her head. Bobby yanked the q
