Chapter 17: Friends on the Outside
Sarah was sitting in her nightgown on the edge of her bed, brushing her hair, when Vera entered the room. “Wish I could see what I’m doing. You’d think the rooms, tiny as they are, would at least have a small mirror somewhere.”
“I heard Meeda say the same. Even that old coot, Ms. Lansing, complained about her room, if you can believe it, and it’s quite a bit larger than ours.”
Vera hung up her sweater on her side of what passed for a closet, one of those wooden cupboards the name of which escaped her. Then she rummaged through her satchel, grabbed her night things and went into the bathroom to change. She left the door slightly ajar so they could talk.
“Honey, if you think Ms. Lansing is old you need to take a good look at me.” Sarah glanced down at h
