One Night Only (122 page)

“Wh
y
aren
’
t
w
e
moving
,
Gina?
”
sai
d
Poll
y
.
“Pleas
e
get
m
e
t
o
a
be
d
quickl
y
.
I
nee
d
t
o
li
e
down.
”

Sh
e
sli
d
dow
n
th
e
wal
l
o
f
th
e
elevato
r
.
Sh
e
wante
d
to craw
l
int
o
a
littl
e
bal
l
an
d
clos
e
he
r
eye
s
an
d
wak
e
up whe
n
thi
s
whol
e
sorr
y
mes
s
wa
s
fixed
.

“
Oops!
”
said
Gina,
and
she
let
out
a
giggle.
“Silly
me
!

I
forgo
t
t
o
pus
h
th
e
button
!
Ther
e
w
e
go
.
Floo
r
three
.
Here w
e
go
.
Ther
e
w
e
go.
”

Sh
e
squinte
d
a
s
th
e
elevato
r
bega
n
t
o
mov
e
upwards
.

Poll
y
had
neve
r
experience
d
exhaustio
n
lik
e
this
before
.
No
t
eve
n
whe
n
th
e
twin
s
wer
e
tin
y
babie
s
an
d
she
h
ad
t
o
d
o
doubl
e
nigh
t
feed
s
fo
r
th
e
firs
t
nin
e
week
s
o
f
their
lives
.
No
,
no
,
thi
s
wa
s
a
ver
y
differen
t
typ
e
o
f
tiredness
.
She
fel
t
dirt
y
insid
e
an
d
out
.
Sh
e
ha
d
a
cu
t
o
n
he
r
elbo
w
tha
t
was
jus
t
beginnin
g
t
o
stin
g
an
d
sh
e
ha
d
n
o
ide
a
wher
e
i
t
had
com
e
from
.
He
r
mout
h
fel
t
lik
e
th
e
Sahar
a
deser
t
an
d
she
coul
d
smel
l
booz
e
fro
m
he
r
clothes
.
Sh
e
wa
s
a
dirt
y
rotten stop-out
.
He
r
littl
e
siste
r
ha
d
jus
t
bee
n
arrested
.
Sh
e
wa
s
so
ashame
d
o
f
hersel
f
fo
r
lettin
g
i
t
al
l
happen
.

“Right
,
that
’
s
us
!
Let
’
s
go!
”
sai
d
Gina
,
takin
g
Poll
y
by th
e
ar
m
an
d
haulin
g
he
r
ou
t
o
f
th
e
lif
t
befor
e
th
e
doors
close
d
an
d
sh
e
wa
s
sen
t
bac
k
dow
n
t
o
th
e
wrat
h
o
f
Pee-ta
th
e
Porte
r
.

“Wher
e
o
n
eart
h
ar
e
yo
u
findin
g
th
e
energ
y
t
o
b
e
so chirpy?
”
aske
d
Poll
y
.
“Pleas
e
stop
.
Y
ou’r
e
makin
g
me
jealous
.
I
hav
e
th
e
energ
y
o
f
a
mouse.
”

“Remembe
r
,
I
ha
d
a
powe
r
na
p
i
n
th
e
nightclub!
”
said Gin
a
an
d
the
y
bot
h
giggle
d
hystericall
y
a
t
th
e
thought
.

“Cleve
r
girl
!
I
wis
h
I
ha
d
though
t
o
f
tha
t
instea
d
of thinkin
g
I
wa
s
a
blood
y
teenage
r
an
d
givin
g
i
t
al
l
o
n
that
slipper
y
danc
e
floor!
”

The
y
staggere
d
dow
n
th
e
corrido
r
an
d
cam
e
t
o
Gina an
d
Ruth
’
s
roo
m
first
.

“
Y
o
u
comin
g
in?
”
aske
d
Gina
.

Poll
y
shoo
k
he
r
hea
d
an
d
stare
d
a
t
th
e
floo
r
.
More
swirl
y
carpet
.
He
r
hea
d
spun
.
Wha
t
wa
s
i
t
wit
h
thi
s
part o
f
th
e
worl
d
an
d
swirl
y
carpet
?

“Wh
y
don
’
t
yo
u
g
o
ge
t
you
r
jammie
s
an
d
toothbrush
i
n
you
r
roo
m
an
d
com
e
an
d
sta
y
wit
h
u
s
fo
r
th
e
night?” sai
d
Gina
.
“
I
don
’
t
wan
t
yo
u
t
o
b
e
o
n
you
r
own.
”

“Bu
t
wha
t
i
f
.
.
.
wha
t
i
f
T
es
s
come
s
back
?
O
h
God, Gina
!
Wha
t
i
s
goin
g
t
o
happe
n
t
o
her?
”