Day ThreeDespite not falling asleep until around four in the morning, Sally was awake by seven. It was no good; she was too excited to sleep. Her mind was racing, recalling the evening she had spent with Bill. Even in the shower, while the water rained down over her, she wrapped her arms around herself and pretended she was whirling around the dance floor in Bill's arms.
Jo arrived shortly after nine. Sally only opened the door a little way at first; she was still very annoyed with her friend.
“Hello, Sally,” Jo waved a small white handkerchief. “I'm really sorry about last night. I hope you've forgiven me.” She had spent the night wrestling with her conscience. She knew exactly what she would say if anyone tried telling her what to do. “Look, I've brought you a tape and the flyers I men
