That was pretty obvious with her drunken slip-up last night. She had lied. How interesting. A small smile lined my lips and it was an unexpected thing to feel, a certain smugness, thinking that she had created an illusion. For what purpose I couldn’t be sure, but it sure did open up a fascinating possibility. From all reports Amy and Mel went out conveniently just before my shift began. A shame really. I would have enjoyed a little dig; Chris said she was hung like a wet towel. Served her bloody right—take my yes for her for one night and what does she do? Writes herself off. She better not have been sick in my room. I glanced at the wall clock, thinking that the two would be back any minute to begin their shift. I felt myself watching the clock more often these days, always waiting or on the watch. I had tried to give Mel the benefit of the doubt, entrust the fact that Amy had taken her under her wing and give her some space, but after last night’s antics and the lies she seemed to so effortlessly come out with, it was just a bit too unnerving.
