Carnival

Sidonie looked from him to the heaps of clothing to me and back again. Her eyes bulged slightly. She clapped her hands to her face and looked between her fingers at everything she had seen, and then she went into a paroxysm of incredulous laughter.

"Holy Jesus shitfire Lord!" she exclaimed. "Esmé, you didn't! Tell me that you didn't!"

"All right, have it your way," I said blandly. "I didn't."