Chuckling in response Trixie felt her temper dampen and the impulse to do somebody harm lessen. It wasn’t gone entirely, that would be quite the miracle, but she didn’t feel the need to imminently chase them down.
“Your hands are probably a lot cleaner than mine,” she quipped back. Miss Fairchild was odd indeed, but she seemed more her age when she laughed, even quietly. Perhaps the other girl’s life was as shite as hers was and had aged her too?
wrap?