Janet rolled onto the bed, wishing she had been careful to take the pain reliever with her. Between the three tequilas and the intermittent crying spells she'd had the night before, she felt like her head was wrapped in a tourniquet.
She heard a knock on the door and slid under her covers.
- Go away- she complained.
- Janet, open up- Brooke said through the door. Your mother sent me to check on you and I won't be able to give you a full report until she sees you with my own eyes.
She raised her aching head and threw the covers back.
- Okay wait- She crawled to the door, keeping one hand pressed against her forehead as if this might keep her brain from falling off.
When Janet opened the door, Brooke made a face.
- You look like what I threw up for breakfast.
-Do me a favor, don't sa
