Chapter 5April 1st
“Just pee on the stick,” I said, leaning my head against the wall.
“What if I miss? What if I pee on my hand?”
“Then you wash your hand, nimrod!” Kate yelled. “Just pee!”
“I can’t! You’re all listening, and there’s too much pressure! My dad’s going to kill me!” Ricky began to sob.
“There you go,” I said, glaring at Kate. “You made her cry. Good going.”
“I made her cry?” Kate asked incredulously.
“Shut up!” Ricky yelled. I was worried she’d be heard by customers. “Shut up, shut up, shut up! I’m trying to pee.”
“Just relax,” I said, glancing at my watch. The three of us had been cooped up in the tiny drugstore bathroom for almost twenty minutes. The sunny yellow tiles and bright fluorescent lights were starting to give me a migraine.
“I can’t relax. What if it’s p
