We worked as fast as we could, pulling out boxes and piling them on the floor. The meager portions of food we"d had weakened us, and we took many breaks. When the cabinet was empty of the small cartons, we stood back and stared at the clothing that hung from the bar. My skin prickled. The thought of touching all those stained and worn items made my stomach roll.
I took a deep breath and stepped toward the wardrobe, reaching up to grab the first hanger. I stood on tiptoes and lifted the dress off the bar. It smelled of dust and some faint, unpleasant odour unfamiliar to my nose. Bethany reached out her hand to take it from me, but I shook my head. I didn"t want her to touch it; it was bad enough I had to. As long as my hand only held on to the hanger, I would manage. I laid the dress with
