My Own Room?At least Amy now had a towel wrapped around herself. For the life of me, how the heck does one stop it from falling down? She knew the theory of wrapping it around and tucking one edge in at the top between the boobs, so why did it still feel like it would drop down if I breathe? Amy was now holding the bath towel around herself.
She looked at what was apparently going to be her bedroom. It had one bed frame, No mattress! A wardrobe and a chest of drawers. The rest of the room was empty apart from two bins that were colorfully labelled “Whites” and “Colors,” and a large bin with a black bag in it, also labelled but this time saying “TRASH” in pink marker pen. More of a bedroom in the making, she thought. And when I say ‘in the making,’ judging by the size of the stalagmites an
