Chapter 8
Over supper later in the week, the friends encircled Deloris and admired the small forbidden treasure sparkling on her left hand. She had taken the ring from her bra strap. Suddenly a familiar voice asked, “What’cha all up to?”
“What do you want?” Polly sneered as the ring disappeared into Deloris’s pocket.
“Goodness, Polly, why are you being so rude?” Celie sat down, and the others found chairs.
“She knows. Don’t you, Miss Priss?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She glared at Polly then asked the others, “So what’re you all looking at?”
They looked from one to the other; then Eileen said, “Well, if you must know, I was doing my nails this afternoon and was sharing this new shade, Soldiers Downfall. What d’ya think?” She held her left hand close to Zedrich’s fac
