16Shampoo and SwitchbladesBack at the motel, Soren was deciding if it was time to move on. Staying in one place for too long was risky. He’d asked Joshua to check up on Billy, find out where he was and whether he was on their tail.
While he was waiting to hear back, Tazia had finally hit the bathroom for her first shower since their arrival in America. She’d held out this long just to frustrate him, he was sure. When his hints to her to go wash had failed, he’d declared, “You stink!”
She’d only shrugged and held her ground.
Her hair hung in greasy rat-tails around her head. It was far too long for her to manage, so she’d stubbornly ignored it. Her skin was dull and waxy, and clothes hung limply off her. Only one person had been able to persuade her to eat since she got back from Turin—B
