Tessa!” Mom was yelling through my bedroom door. “I know you went out last night, but you are not missing church!” The alarm clock glowed 9:45 AM in red.
I moaned, feeling more than a little groggy and nauseous. Probably from that stupid shot of tequila. “I’m not feeling so good.”
Mom opened the door and peeked through the crack. “What did you say? I couldn’t hear you.”
“I feel like s**t on a stick.”
“Language!” She came over to my bed. “Did something happen to your lip?” She ran her cool hand against my forehead.
I tried to tune out all the thoughts she was having, but failed. Worried that I’d caught something. Worried that my father would get sick and have to miss work after only just starting. Then worried that I’d pass it along to my brother who had to leave soon.
The woman worri
