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I sat up. “Oh, no.”
“It just went down the wrong way!” Addie said, but there was a slur to her voice.
I shook my head, smiling. “You know the rules. When you start to hiccup, you’ve had too much.”
I took her glass from her as she groaned.
I went to the kitchen to put it in the dishwasher and when I returned, Addie was passed out on the couch.
I smiled. Maybe I didn’t have the best luck with men, but at least I had a wonderful best friend.
I headed upstairs to toss and turn for a while before I finally fell asleep.
Chapter 15
Katie
2 Months Later
Isighed, looking over the papers I still had to grade. I realized that I’d been using the wrong lesson plan the whole time and I groaned, banging my head on my desk. It was for summer school and I had taken on work from other teachers, so I didn’t have lesson plans every day.
What else have I fucked up today? I thought to myself. I was feeling so out of it, sick and exhausted every day. I’d been taking a nap for four hours every afternoon, I’d just been so damn tired. And since I was only helping grade papers for a friend, I didn’t have the excuse of getting up early for school.
I wondered if it could be food poisoning and I called Addie at lunch to ask her.
“Remember those oysters we ate a few days ago at that dive bar?” I asked.
“Sure, they were great,” Addie said, sounding distracted.
“I think I may have food poisoning,” I told her. “I’ve been throwing up every morning and I’ve felt awful the past few days.”
Addie paused on the other line. “Any other symptoms?”
“Headache,” I said. “And I’m just so tiredall the time.”
“Sore breasts?” Addie asked.
I blinked. “I mean, yeah, but that’s a weird thing to ask.”
“Food aversions?”
“What the hell are you talking about, Addie?”
“Katie, have you had your period?”
I pulled the phone from my ear and stared at it like it was a snake that might bite me.
“I don’t keep up with it,” I said quietly.
“What do you meanyou don’t keep up with it?” Addie responded, exasperated. “What if?—”
“Don’t you say it,” I said. “Bite your tongue.”
Addie went quiet, but only for a minute. “Okay, but I’m coming to pick you up. We’re going to the doctor.”
“Couldn’t we just get a test?” I asked.
“Nope. They’re not accurate,” she said. “I had a friend with three false negatives, and nine months later?—”
