I thought back to when Zachary told me about the rumour. I’d felt exactly the way I was feeling as I explained it to Celeste: confused and nauseous and dizzy, like my insides were tied in knots, and my tongue too.
“Oh, who even cares?” I said. “What difference does it make what people say about me?”
Celeste turned to watch the barbeque beard man leaving the outhouse. He waved his hand in front of his face like he couldn’t take any more of his own stink. As he walked by, we remained quiet so he wouldn’t look over. We were hidden in the trees enough that he probably couldn’t have seen us anyway, but I guess we really didn’t want to be spotted.
When the bearded man had gone around the side of the house, I said, “You know what? Why would anyone believe Shawn anyway? He thinks girls pee out
