“I cut myself.”

She tutted, holding her hand out. Her friend placed her own hand there, letting her examine the long narrow sliver of red stretched from one end of her palm down to her wrist. “How did you do this?”

“Cardboard.”

“Opening it with a knife-”

“No. Just the cardboard.”

She gave her friend a look. The other woman shrugged. She sighed. “Wash up. I’ll get a bandage.”