“Are you OK in there?” Amanda called out to Chelsea at the door of the main bathroom, the following morning. She was a little worried because Chelsea had been racing to the bathroom all morning to throw up, knowing some rich foods and sauces could have her vomiting for a few days. Chelsea had a horse-riding accident when she was in her early teens that caused internal injuries and she hadn’t been able to handle certain foods since. It didn’t stop her from eating them though, Amanda thought as she heard the toilet flush before Chelsea walked out.
“Yeah! I think the lemon chicken didn’t agree with me last night,” Chelsea muttered, moving to the fridge to grab a bottle of water. “I feel better now that I have thrown up.”
“I did warn you to go easy on the lemon chicken,” Amanda giggled, as
