“It never works,” Ally said, twisting in her bed. She wore fleece pajamas pants and a buttoned top while laying in her friend’s bed.
“Trust me, I do it all the time!” Jennifer said from the floor next to her. She lay on a spare blanket with another covering her. Her pajamas were silk – a luxury she paid for with her own money. “My mother got me into it when I was little. She always thought it was hilarious but swore it would help.”
“It’s just dumb,” Ally told her. “A kid’s thing.”
“I’ll start,” Jennifer said. …