Finally, he opened his eyes, looked down at her, and seemed to smile.
“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he said, bending down to take the end of her neck chain in his hand.
She followed him as he waded into the still waters of the lake. The water was frigid! She yelped at the first icy touch of it. For all the reaction he showed, it could have been a warm bath to him. She gritted her teeth and kept following.
Washed, dried and back inside, Kimberley was still shivering furiously as he locked the door behind her. There was just enough illumination coming through the skylight now for her to see her way to the bed. She crawled in next to not-Barbara, and cuddled her close, spoon-fashion, thankful for her warmth and for the covers. Not-Barbara stirred as Kimberley held her, muttered something in
