Chapter 7
Lucius
I wait and wait.
And sneeze.
And wait, rubbing my super-itchy eyes.
What’s taking so long? Then again, why do I care?
Still, I’d be done twice over by now. Do women take longer than men when it comes to relieving themselves? Is that why they head to the bathroom in groups, so they can kill all that dead time with pleasant conversation?
I suppress the irritation. Given the headache squeezing my temples and the gnawing feeling in my stomach, it’s clear that hunger is messing with my head. I may also be coming down with a cold because I have a distinct tickle in my throat and my nose is trying to run. Also, my eyeballs feel like they need to be rubbed with sandpaper, and the urge to sneeze is building again. It’s almost as if—
A tiny finger pokes me between my shoulde
