Chapter Nine
Suddenly, it was as if Sally wasn’t there as far as the girls were concerned. She knew they were setting things up, but it made her feel very aware of herself. Sally had butterflies in her tummy.
Zofia approached Sally, who was still sat on the floor. “Get up please, Sally.”
As Sally rose to her feet, she sensed Zofia’s perfume. “Patchouli. I’d know that anywhere. Girls who liked to have Goth, Punk or Hippie personas used to wear that a lot when I was a teacher.”
Zofia ignored Sally, which she thought was odd. Before she could think too much about it, Zofia said, “Turn around now please,” which Sally did. Zofia held out a black scarf for Sally to see. “I’m going to blindfold you over your glasses. Tell me if it’s too tight please?”
Sally’s heart began beating faster. “A l
