5. Bitch
There’s nowhere to hide, so I stay kneeling and stare for a while at Sophie’s shadow on the pipes of the toilet, flashing forward through a thousand possible scenarios that could stem out of this, planning how fastest to make it go away in the best and worst cases, if it gets back to Dad, to anyone at school.
“You okay?” Sophie asks.
“Yeah, thanks, I’m good,” I say, like puking my guts up is an everyday sort of thing.
Which maybe isn’t the best way to play this, come to think of it, but I can’t think of a better one. I just want to be left alone to finish making sure my stomach is empty.
Sophie isn’t moving.
“Cadence is-”
“Nauseating?” I suggest, hoping to laugh off the evidence in front of me.
“I was going to use a meaner word,” Sophie says without a smile.
Sophie has to
