"Sit properly," Olivia said. "The Light does not teach people who are slouching."
"It taught me while I was covered in oil," Lia said. She dropped onto the floorboards and folded her legs under her anyway.
Olivia had been acting more bitchy than usual, and both Lia and Sophia knew why.
They had moved out to the front room, well away from the bedroom, and it had changed since the morning.
The curtains were open again, and the long strip of sun had crawled off the boards and climbed the leg of the sofa.
The bedroom window at the end of the hall had been left wide, and behind it Lia's quilt was soaking in a basin. Nobody had mentioned it. Nobody was going to.
They were dressed again.
Olivia had put the light blue blouse and the black pants back on. Her hair was still damp at the ends and had darkened the collar.
The blouse had never been cut to stay buttoned over her chest, and the top button held on with visible effort every time she breathed in.
