“Holy shit,” one said, grinning.

The second young man, who wore a Rutgers sweatshirt, even took out his cell phone and held it up to Bee so he could take a picture. Hannah stopped short and stared him down.

“I swear to God, if you take a picture of her, I will take that phone and shove it straight up your asshole,” Hannah said, happy to unleash some anger, which was really meant for the bullying Dawn and the abandoning Jackie. The young man lowered his phone and looked down, sufficiently scolded. His friends were bent over, drunk and laughing.

Bee looked down at her naked top half and giggled along with the men. “I’m naked, Hannah.”

“I know, Bee,” Hannah responded, gently.

“My nipples,” Bee said when she was almost to the elevator.

“There are two of them,” Hannah answered, “Two nipples. Both accounted for.”

They rode up on the elevator to the eleventh floor with two suited men who looked like they were on a business trip. Hannah tried for a second time to lift Bee’s tube top so that it covered her breasts, but it fell down again almost immediately.

“Nice night,” Hannah said to the men, with a half grin, giving up.

“Yes,” said the taller of the two men without taking his eyes off the breasts in front of him. “Not too chilly.” Then both men looked at their feet, their faces red.

When Hannah got back to the room and swung open the door, with one hand still clutching Bee by the elbow, Dawn and Lisa were already in pajamas, seated together on one of the beds, watching David Letterman. Hannah angrily walked the still half-naked Bee through the room and led her straight into the bathroom. She slammed the door behind them.

After a few minutes of sitting on the edge of the tub as she held Bee’s head over the toilet, Hannah heard Lisa, the law-school bridesmaid who had been quiet for most of the night, tap lightly on the door. “Do you need anything, Hannah? We picked up boxes of cookies and chips on the way back and there are still a few left. There’s also some soda and water.”

“No,” Hannah snapped, almost instantly regretting her tone. She was angry at Dawn and Jackie, not the meek Lisa, who Hannah guessed was probably a nice person. Lisa was passive and useless—probably a terrible lawyer—but nice, nevertheless. Hannah decided she’d be played by Katie Holmes.

Hannah waited until Bee heaved two more times and then helped her into the tub. She removed what was left of Bee’s clothing, tossing an expensive pair of jeans and white underwear to the other side of the toilet, and then ran the water, which came out ice cold. Bee howled.

“Just stay put,” Hannah said. “It’s going to warm up in two seconds.”

“You don’t have to do this,” Bee said. She was sobering up now. Her eyes had become less glassy. She stared at Hannah thoughtfully.