Page 38 of Sunday Morning
“Matt hasn’t fingered you?”
Biting my lower lip, I shook my head. Why did she ask me that? Had he ever fingered me, I would have told her. We told each other everything—almost everything.
“But you wear tampons, right?”
Again, I shook my head.
“Oh my god, are you totally serious?”
I nodded.
“You wear a pad? Yuck.”
I shrugged. “My mom doesn’t want me to get toxic shock syndrome.”
Okay, I didn’t tell her everything. Some things were too embarrassing—like TSS.
“No way.” She laughed. “You have to leave it in for likedays. That’s so gross. Wearing a pad is like wearing a diaper. How embarrassing. And how am I your best friend and just now finding out about this?”
I had no response. It wasn’t just my pads that were embarrassing; my whole situation in the lower region was embarrassing.
“So, what has been inside of youdown there?”
“Nothing.”
Again, Heather responded with only a few blinks. “Sarah,” she whispered with a sympathetic frown.
A woman and her young child came into the bathroom, so I tossed the paper towel and led the way out. “What did you do with Isaac?” I asked, walking as slowly as possible to the table.
“Not much. The movie stopped twenty minutes into it; there was some issue with the film, so we left.”
“Were you really watching the movie?” I murmured with a smile as Matt glanced up from the table across from Isaac.
“I mean, we kissed. Or I kissed him. It was weird. I don’t think he’s interested in me,” she said five feet from the table, so I couldn’t ask any follow-up questions like why she would kiss someone who smoked and impregnated women only to have to drive them to Planned Parenthood.
Never mind that he tried to get a minor drunk on Easter Sunday.
Matt was all smiles, eating his burger and fries. I sat next to him and tried not to look at Isaac because I knew that while we were in the bathroom, Matt told him we had sex.
“What’s going on here?” Isaac asked.
When no one else answered, I glanced up at him sincehe was sitting across from me. He nodded to my vanilla ice cream cone that was upside down in a cup with a spoon.
“Her teeth are sensitive to cold, so she can’t eat ice cream cones before they melt everywhere, so she gets them like this,” Matt said because he knew me so well.
“Why not just get ice cream in a cup without the cone?” Isaac asked before bringing his straw to his lips.
“Because I like the cone,” I said, spooning ice cream into my mouth while flipping the spoon over so it hit my tongue first. This gave me more control over keeping it away from my teeth until it warmed up a little.
“It’s not a sugar cone. Those cake cones taste like cardboard.” Isaac eyed me with disapproval.
“Are they as disgusting as smoking?” I rolled my eyes.
“More disgusting,” he countered.
Matt and Heather chuckled.
Isaac scooted back in his chair, which made his leg slide between mine. I stiffened, but I couldn’t move my leg without bumping Matt’s leg, and that might have drawn his attention to his brother’s leg unnecessarily invading my space. So I narrowed my eyes at Isaac instead.