Joelle's teeth and the dentist dream
As she lies on her side beside Kate Gompert’s empty bunk, her veil’s selvage tucked secure between pillow and jaw, and Charlotte Treat also asleep across the lit room, Joelle dreams that Don Gately, unhurt and mid-South-accented, is ministering to her teeth.
Context
The veil stays on in sleep, its selvage tucked between pillow and jaw — veil discipline maintained even unconscious, in a lit room among housemates, the domestic extreme of the U.H.I.D. practice (cf. n.328's "(though never unveiled)," in Texture).