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142 SNOWBOUND
She flushed at the idea. Of course she couldn’t…
What if one of the kids needed her? And she hadn’t
brought any protection— No, that was silly; considering
the huge variety of tampons and sanitary napkins he’d
produced, he surely had an equal assortment of condoms.
The truth was, she just didn’t know him well enough.
She’d met him only days ago! And considering she’d
had to extract each sliver of knowledge about him as if
with tweezers from his flesh, with him flinching every
time she tugged, Fiona thought she could be excused for
feeling wary.
But then she reflected on how nice he’d been to all
of them, even the boys who seemed to stir his memories,
and she realized she knew more about the John Fallon
who tried to hide behind his self-constructed barriers
than she’d thought.
More, maybe. But enough?
She stirred, and water lapped at the porcelain sides
of the tub.
Would rescue come tomorrow? she wondered. Did
she want to go home yet?
Fiona got out of the tub well aware that she hadn’t
answered a single one of her questions.
She let the water out, dried and got dressed, deciding
to leave her hair bundled up on her head, untidy
though it was.
Tabitha, Kelli and Amy were lounging on their beds
when she paused in their door.
“Did you find your jeans?”
Tabitha nodded. “I miss my clothes. I may never
wear this shirt and jeans again.”