Chapter Twenty
“Do you want me to wash your clothes?”
Lee stood in a steamy bathroom and watched Mindy clad only in underpants, adjusting the spray.
“I don’t give a s**t… burn ‘em,” Mindy cried bitterly, “as long as I never have to see them again.”
Lee picked Mindy’s jeans and her silk shirt from the bathroom floor. The jeans were soiled about the knees. She rolled everything up. “I’ll bury them in the garden, tomorrow.” Lee pulled off her own shirt and threw it, along with her own cotton briefs and bra onto the pile. “I’ll bury them all, tomorrow.”
By the time Lee showered and had put on clean underpants, Mindy was already tucked in. She had helped herself to one of Lee’s baggy shirts and lay bundled up at the side of the bed with her face buried in the pillow.
“We were very lucky,”
