“Are you fine this morning?” Treasure asked calmly.
Mandy sighed again and looked up at her. “It’s nothing.”
“It can’t be nothing. You keep sighing like a deflating balloon,” Treasure said.
“I have tried not to, eh, talk about it, for your benefit. But for some days now, a memory has been, eh, picking at the back of my mind,” she said finally.
Treasure was curious. “My benefit? How do you mean?”
“Your scars,” she said, picking at the words slowly. “You may not want to be reminded of them. So I, eh, don’t mention it. But it reminded me of mine.”
Treasure waited. Mandy raised her eyes to meet hers then brought them down to her hands.
“I will show you.”
Mandy stood up and went to the door. She closed it and placed her right leg firmly on the door. Backing Treasure, she pulled up her w
