
“Keep
it down,” Marcy’s hoarse voice came from inside.
“Push hard.”
Celia looked at Deb. “Let’s do it.”
“Are
you kidding?”
It seemed impossible to force the door open but Celia would
never desert her dear friend. “Push as hard as you can.”
Deb
raised a tired, white eyebrow that blended with the pale
skin of her creased forehead. She placed two palms against the door.