The party ended at eleven. I stood in the hallway with my mother's coat over my arm and my underwear in my handbag because they were ruined, and watched people say goodnight, and Saul shook Dennis's hand and kissed Margot's cheek and said drive safe, drive safe at the door, and my mother was on the step with her keys out.
"Mira, come on."
"One second, I've left my—" I didn't finish it. Saul had stepped back into the hall and his hand had closed around my wrist and pulled me behind the half-open front door.
Four feet away, my mother was talking to the Hendersons on the path.
"Hands only," he whispered, and pushed his hand up my skirt.
I wasn't wearing anything under it. He found that out with his fingers and made a sound against my ear like a man in pain. "No underwear."
"I couldn't—"
