Veronica, July 2000
"You need to open up that compartment on the top, and you'll see that there's a place to put powder and another one for fabric softener," I instruct Sam. My heart is thudding in my chest right now. I haven't said a word to him in a year, and the first conversation we have is me teaching him how to operate a washing machine. "Why are you washing anyway?" Who comes to a party, strips off and decides to wash their clothes?
"Little lad, Jackson, threw up on me, Kate said I could use their machine to wash the vomit out," Sam explains, scooping way too much powder onto the scoop, I rush forward and stop him before he adds it all to the machine, reducing his scoop to a third of what he originally had.
"Did you jiggle him?" I ask, knowing all too well that Jackson's stomach
