QUOTE : Holy shit,” Spencer said. She held her T-shirt up against her naked chest.<br />“What is it? Wren asked.<br />Spencer stepped back. Her throat was dry. “Oh,” she croaked.<br />“Oh,” Wren echoed.<br />Melissa stood outside the window, her hair messay and Medusa-like, her face absolutely expressionless. A cigarette shook in her tiny, usually steady fingers.<br />“I didn’t know you smoked,” Spencer finally said.