“I’m so sorry to bother you. Me and my friend were camping with some boys, and they’re really drunk and tried to rape us, and we don’t have anywhere to go,” and on and on. I don’t know if she believed us or not, but she didn’t ask questions, so either she accepted the story on face value, or she knew the truth was something too terrible to tell. “You must be freezing,” she said. “Come in, come in.”
