Monkey WrenchChapter 28
I sat up, as did Zoë. All of the other girls were out of bed. It was baggy eyes and bedhead all around. Warmer, fuller, pajamas covered most of the tank tops and shorts I’d come to expect on any given morning. Pat, her bruises had grown more purple (that made my heart sink, ) was twisting a skipping rope. I don’t know what she intended to do with it, but I was intimidated. Connie had her barbell. Marin held the other 10 kg weight. Renée and Andrea each held 5’s. Elizabeth and Laurie stayed...