tips of her fingers are swathed in silk. It’s the same on the other hand, and I take that one into my lap and study it. When we were bored freshman year we used to drip Elmer’s glue down our fingers and let it dry before peeling it off like we were removing a second skin. But this is something else. I take the silk covering her middle fingertip and peel it off. Whatever it is, it shimmers. When the light catches it, it’s not just white but an iridescent green and even a pale pink. There’s something faintly imprinted on it, but it’s too small a piece to tell what.
