Maya couldn't comprehend how going to the room with Keenan made her feel better. She had been embarrassed to show him her living conditions.
When he had asked about the bed, she had prayed the ground would open and swallow her. She hadn't hidden the clothes because they were in the way; rather, their presence only enforced the imagery.
Richard will be in my room soon to check your wounds. You'd better not keep him waiting.
His words rang in her head. It was funny how quickly this made her forget about the state of her room. Even if it was because he felt guilty, it still made her very happy that he wanted her to go back to his room.
He didn't say anything on the walk back to his room, and she had forced herself not to look back. She wondered if he thought there was something strange about her.
She concentrated on turning the handle and pushed the dark thoughts from her mind as they got to his room.
