She wanted to tell him that he shouldn’t do that, that you should always leave a door open when visiting a MOP or cleaning a room, but she was still in shock from the anger in his voice. The look of betrayal on his face. Maybe she’d let him calm down first. She was halfway downstairs when the smell of Chanel No. 5 and a blast of cold air alerted her to Violet’s presence. She ran the last few steps and went into the Ladies, hoping to outrun the ghost. She’d stepped inside Barton. She’d made him move like a puppet. For the first time, Katie felt frightened of Violet. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyeliner had smudged so she wet her finger and swept it underneath her eyes, leaning close to the mirror to scoop the gunk from the corners. A slight movement in the edge of the mirror made her whip round. Violet was leaning against one of the stall doors. ‘You should take better care of your skin, you know,’ she said. ‘Hello, Violet,’ Katie said, keeping her voice even.
