Chapter 4Initially my reaction to Fatima’s grim expression and her comment, “boy was I wrong about you,” was fear and shame. I was lying in her daughter’s bed wearing nothing but a pair of knickers. I assumed Petra had probably told her mother about her seizure last night but what the hell was I doing in her bed? I hadn’t heard her get out of bed so I guessed she was probably downstairs and probably told to stay there while her mother dealt with this breach of protocol. Had I broken any rules? Petra was twenty one, I was twenty eight so even if something had happened there wasn’t much Fatima could do but here’s where it got a little messy.
Fatima had mentioned another gay woman who could have given Petra some insight into the lesbian mind, but that woman might also take advantage of the s
