When all the lights were out, Melony felt Sandra sit on her bed beside her; if it had been Ma, she knew, her bed would have sagged more heavily. “You ask me, you better forget that boyfriend,” Sandra said. “If he didn’t tell you how to find him, he ain’t no good, anyway.” Melony had not felt anyone stroke her temples since Mrs. Grogan in the girls’ division at St. Cloud’s; she realized she missed Mrs. Grogan very much, and for a while this took her mind off Homer Wells.
