Chapter 38 Stage

• "My mother made it," he murmured defensively, squeezing his fingers so tightly around the high collar that the blood drained from them, replaced by pain and tingling. He could have been sensitive enough to wear the top part.
• "It's horrible," Simon commented, twisting his mouth in disgust. "It looks like I'm the big bad wolf and you're Little Red Riding Hood."
• He resisted the urge to retort that months ago Simon had approved of a similar nightgown. Arguing with someone who preferred nudity, his and his "friends'," was a waste of time.