Chapter 47
Karl forced himself to stop fidgeting, but the tickling only got worse. He couldn't imagine how the soft leather straps he'd brought so Gemma could make his headgear suddenly felt like they were full of ants. He looked around the room again, focusing on the remarkable transformation since Gemma and Loretta had brought in bright cushions and rugs, curtains, and tablecloths. Even his mother might have believed this was a holiday cottage rather than an abandoned caretaker's house.
"Hold still now," Gemma said. "Or I'll end up cutting this wrong, and we'll have to start over."
She shifted the straps a millimeter at a time, over and over again. Just when he thought he was going to scream from all the adjustments, she made her final cut and took the whole thing off.
"There. Only a
