Rosaleen had pulled up the skirt of her dress and was fanning me with it, showing most of her thighs. “Since when have you started fainting?” she said, and sat down on the edge of the bed, causing me to roll into her side. She scooped me into her arms. For some reason this caused my chest to fill with more sadness than I could bear, and I wrestled myself free, claiming I needed a drink of water.
