She bit her nails down to the quick.
They looked like they hurt a helluva lot though she never winced.
“Get your fingers out of your mouth,” people would say.
I saw her roll her eyes
the way smokers do when told they’ll die.
She said the water stung when she dipped her hands into the sea.
“Like putting salt in a wound,” I muttered.
“Yes.” She said, “Exactly.”
