“Can I have my clothes?” I extend my hand toward the bundle she’s clutching, but she holds it up and away from me. “Not yet.” I sputter a laugh because I don’t know what else to do. She’s ogling me. Very openly. This is new—and I’m not sure how to proceed. This is not on the list. “Do you think I’ll get them any time soon?” “I suspect so, but the jury is still out.” She sounds like someone hit her with a tranquilizing dart.
