I awoke the next morning around 9 a.m. with the sun streaming in through the cracks in my curtains. I was utterly exhausted and hungover. My conscience was sitting uneasily on my shoulders after what I had done with Cathy the night before. I thought about Kate seeing me leave Cathy’s room. How long had she been there? What had she heard? Had it upset her? Did she give a shit? It was her suggestion in the first place about...