Two: the wool blanket was useless against the cold that crept in through the stone.
A knock came just after first bell.
When I opened the door, Rev stood in the corridor with a folded gray blanket under one arm and a roll in her mouth.
She took a bite out of the roll and spoke with her mouth full.
“Cold night.”
“Good morning to you too.”
“Wasn’t a greeting.”
She pushed the blanket at me.
“The school gives one because the school believes cold builds character.”
“Does it?”
“No. It builds cold girls.”
I took the blanket.
“Did you steal this?”
“Liberated.”
“From who?”
“Someone warmer than us.”
“That narrows it down.”
“If anyone asks, you didn’t get it from me.”
“And if no one asks?”
“Then congratulations. You own a stolen blanket, no questions asked.”
“Thank you,” I said, and meant it.
“Don’t make it sentimental.”
She put the roll back in her mouth, took another bite, then stopped before she turned away.
“You found Kieran?”
My face turned scarlet before I found words.
Rev stared at me for one second.
Then her eyes widened and she laughed so loudly I reached for the doorframe.
“Oh, good for him.”
“Rev.”
“And you,” she added, still laughing. “Mostly you.”
