Page 112 of Beneath the Blue Moon
“That’s a first since I’ve been here.”
“Shut it, Collins.”
“There’s bacon,” Sandy says in a sing-song voice.
“Bacon?”
I could be hungry for bacon.I roll over onto my side, revealingthe shirt I’m clutching.
“What’s that?”
“Nothing.”
Before I can shove it under my pillow, she snatches it.Isit cross-legged and wait for her reaction.
“Is this Ethan’s?”
“Yes, now give it back.”
“Oh, honey…” She hands it back to me, and I tuck it into itshiding place.Taking my hand, she pulls me up.“Come on, bacon always makeseverything better.”
I drag myself to the kitchen, where I find Daddy drinkingcoffee and Clara making breakfast.
“Good morning,” I greet them.
“Morning, moonbeam.”
“I hear there’s bacon.”
Clara smiles brightly and holds up a strip before droppingit in the pan.“You heard right!”
The moment the bacon hits the pan, my stomach does a crazy,wobbly dance.I cover my nose, but it’s too late.Jumping to my feet, I race tothe bathroom as fast as my ankle will allow.I barely make it before I throw uppossibly everything I’ve ever eaten.As soon as I flush the toilet, nauseaovertakes me again.I guess I was wrong, butnowI’m sure I’ve thrown upeverything I’ve ever eaten.
“Case?”Sandy pushes the door and steps in as I’m rinsing mymouth.“Are you okay?”
“I think so.I guess all that eating has finally caught up tome.”
“Let’s see, you’re eating everything in sight and now you’rethrowing up.”
“So?”
“Honey, when was your last period?”
“It was…” Wait, it was supposed to be… Is she saying what Ithink she’s saying?“I can’t be!I’m on the pill!”
“Did you guys use condoms?”
Fuck!We never discussed it.I never even thought about it!
“No.”
“Well then….”
“Oh, God!Sandy….”
“First, we have to make sure.Is there a drugstore nearby?”
“We can’t do it here.Everyone will know before I do.”
