Playing the Game
Once Mishele was fully dressed and prepared, and Janice had joined us in a soft peach-toned dress, we were finally ready to head downstairs to meet everyone.
But, just as we turned to leave, Mishele halted, raising a hand politely.
“Excúseme, this won’t take long.”
She disappeared into the bathroom, leaving us all waiting for several minutes before she re-emerged, a composed look on her face.
Her next words, however, made everyone freeze.
“Is there a bag I could bring with me filled with these?” She gestured to her feminine hygiene products. “I will need them. I bleed for a solid week and three days.”
I stared at her, stunned.
Ten days?
Ten. Whole. Days?
My expression must have been visibly horrified, because before I could stop myself, I blurted out:
“You bleed
