Chapter Nine
Aimee kept to herself for the next week. She did her job efficiently, being the epitome of decorum, polite and mannerly in every way. It seemed necessary, something she had to do, a counterbalance for the s****l extremes thrust upon her and what she gained from those extremes in s****l gratification. It felt like necessary penance even though no one was passing judgment—or for that matter saying much about it at all.
Jessica became as aloof as she had been previously, though she seemed to smile a bit more warmly than usual when Aimee caught in her the hallway. Angelica, who’d been so caught up in her own impromptu s****l party on the night in question, had no idea what had happened with Aimee and didn’t even think to ask. And Terrance himself seemed to be over his burdensom
