Chapter Eighteen
Jill dug her manicure scissors out of the bottom of her bag and made a cut into the cuffs of the Danskin. Gripping the fabric, she tore each of the sleeves open, across the shoulders to the neckline. With Dee’s arms and shoulders free, Jill pulled the bed sheet down. She loosened the sash of the short wrap-around dress and reached to find the catch. The overlapping folds parted and Jill pulled the ruined dance uniform from under the girl’s inert weight and dropped it into the waste basket.
Dee lay naked on the bed, except for a pair of white cotton briefs and a cast that made her leg look like a pathetic hotdog. Jill soaped up a cloth and washed Dee’s neck, shoulders and underarms. She lifted first one breast, and then the other, running the washcloth beneath the contour
