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“Leandro has been gone for two days. You have to clog the plumbing now? How did you even manage to screw up three bathrooms, Anabel? I don’t understand.” Jane is furious.
“It wasn’t me! I only clogged one!” she defends herself. “The main must be clogged.”
That’s not good. I grimace and stare back at my filled bucket. I guess I have to try and dump it in a sink.
I open my door slightly and shut it softly behind me to go see what’s going on.
“Morning, Sleeping Beauty.” Maria glares at me, making me wince.
“You heard?” I shrink.
Her deadpan stare says it all.
“Sorry.”
“You have some sick dreams, lady. Might want to get that checked out by a shrink.” The dry joke makes me think she’s forgiven me. “I mean, what was happening? Were you fighting in Mount Doom?”
“Maybe she was Barbie fighting off all the Kens.” Gabby tries to keep it light, and I blush harder.
“You heard too? Sorry,” I apologize again.
Anabel and Jane huff at one another, prompting everyone to turn to them.
“Um, everything okay?” I pretend this is the first I’m hearing.
“Toilets are clogged, sinks are bubbling, and Leandro is away. Basically, we’re going to die of poison inhalation by our own secretion.”
“Oof, what if Leandro is in prison?” Gabby scratches the back of her head.
I hold back a wave of fear. Arnold has been a petty afterthought for weeks now. I completely forgot about his deadline since I’ve been consumed with Leandro. It is possible, isn’t it? Shit.
“All three latches are on?”
“Yeah, for two whole days. That usually means a trip.” Anabel twists her lips. “Alright, ladies.” She starts grabbing pots from the cabinet under the kitchen sink. “Piss pot for you, and for you, and for you—”
My nose crinkles.
“There. I’m going to put all of these in one of the spare rooms in the back and keep the door shut. We’ll all try to hold in our number twos in hopes that Leandro comes home today and fixes our plumbing problem.”
This is really weird.
“Try not to eat any asparagus, please.” Anabel starts shuffling toward the back room with the pots.
“I don’t get it. Why don’t we just pick a toilet to tinkle in?” Jane shrugs.
“Might overflow eventually, I guess?” Gabby says.
The day goes on with annoyed tension between most of everyone, except for me and Gabby. I’m more concerned with my room than anything. If anyone decides to slip in and find a half-bucket of vomit, there will be questions.
It comes my time to pee eventually, and I hold my nose as I walk to the back of our palace and open the wooden door to a mostly barren room except for five spread out pots. Two are filled a quarter of the way already.
Gross. I squat near one of the empty ones, and nearly fall over when someone knocks on the door. “Occupied!” Even I’m getting annoyed now.
I take a wipe and clean my hands with it before opening the door. I see Anabel jumping up and down like a teenager who can’t hold it in.
“Sorry, drank too much water. Move, move, move.” Anabel shoves me out of the way and slams the door shut.
I huff as I head back to the living area and plop on the couch opposite Maria.
