Faith's glare shifted from the drain in the sink to the girl beside her and back. She knew Amelia's sheer presence would keep her bad vibes from spreading but damn she would've liked to have her hands free to share the misery around.
Straightening her back, she grabbed a tissue to dab at damp skin - and possibly do something to erase the mascara tears. Then again, maybe if the nuns saw them, they'd think she'd been crying (repenting, they called it) and let her off the hook.
"I've had company all day. In the shape of chipper, help thy neighbor Catholicism. You bet your ass I'm touchy."