Chapter Two
It seemed to Emma that she had been asleep for only five minutes, a deep, dreamless slumber from which she was suddenly awakened by the covers being pulled back.
“Get up,” Mrs Bradshaw ordered.
Reluctantly Emma crawled out of bed. She could have slept for another week at least.
“Get under the shower. The cold shower.”
Emma hated discomfort of any kind, so a cold shower was a horrid thought. She hadn’t had one since she had been at school. But as the freezing water splashed on her body, standing up her n*****s, making goose-bumps on her breasts, she found at least it was clearing her brain of sleep.
When Mrs Bradshaw said so, she got out quickly and rubbed herself down briskly. Mrs Bradshaw was holding some clothes. She laid them on the bed.
“Get dressed.”
Emma picked up
