It had been as she had feared. Miss Huntington-Wolfe was known to Rochelle. In a round about way Rochelle explained a little altercation between this woman, herself, and ‘Sainted Twat Steiger’. She hadn’t mentioned her scars but Karen could think of no other thing that would make her look so upset, besides Demi that was. “Why don’t we just leave? You must be nuts staying with these people, you’re a wreck!” Karen shouted from the bath tub. A little trail of sand in the bottom. Rosh came in and put the toilet lid down. She sat and drank her beer. “I’ve told you. The people here are my only family” “What am I? Chopped liver?” Karen splashed water at her. “Is Sky really going to spend the weekend with her?” “Well, from what I gather she’d spend the weekend with her even if one of the conditions was she had to get her flaps pierced.”
