Through her tears,Bethany giggled.“What,and become a professional student?”
Dana shrugged.“It’ll put off my student loans for a while.”Suddenly the idea wasn’t half-bad.
Sitting up,Bethany dried her eyes on her shirtsleeves and blinked owlishly at Dana.“What would you study?”
“I don’t know,”Dana admitted.“I’d have to think about—ow!”
A bright bead of blood bubbled up from the tip of the forefinger on her right hand where she nicked herself on a shard of broken glass.She stuck her finger in her mouth but damn,it hurt.
Bethany slid off the futon to kneel beside her.“Are you okay?”
“Careful,”Dana warned.“There’s still glass everywhere.”
Bethany took Dana’s hand in both her own and peered at the finger.Her fingers were overly warm,her breath alcoholic and heady as it fanned Dana’s cheek.When she squeezed Dana’s finger,another bead of blood dribbled out of the cut.“I think you might need to get this stitched.”