Away up in her bedroom, Trix was still in her nightgown. The relief, these last few weeks, not being marched through washing and dressing before she’d got her breath. According to Them, Miss Green had been appointed as her companion but Trix knew better. She was a jailer. Not even a nurse. At last They had agreed Green was no longer needed. Good riddance.
But she didn’t like what she saw when she crossed over to the glass.
Eyes too large, too dark all round them.
Still, she felt strong enough today for The Plan.
She tested the water in the ewer. Quite warm still. If she scrubbed her cheeks till they had some colour first, then she could wash and get dressed. Opening the wardrobe, she took out the grey shirtwaist.
Unbearable, remaining cooped up here, away from the friends she needed t
