“CARRIE, I KNOW YOU’RE awake,” said Dave.
She opened her eyes to see her friend’s concerned face level with her own as she lay in the top bunk. Hoping the marks of her tears weren’t showing, she smiled bravely. “I was tired. I thought I’d have a lie down. How did the rest of the session go? What was your day like?”
Dave rested his elbows on her bed. “It was okay. A bit boring, really. No one made much headway. The Groups around here are much too vicious. They won’t listen to reason. Are you okay? I was worried about you after you left the room without giving your feedback.”
Carrie sat up on her elbows. “Yes, I’m all right. It was just listening to Belinda going on like that, and everyone hearing how I messed up, I couldn’t stand it. What happened to those poor Singles was all my fault.”
