Page 47 of Total Lunar Eclipse
Merc actually gags.
I’m made of stronger stuff and contain myself from puking.
Barely.
“And I assume this is why you were suspended?”
“Actually, I wasalmostsuspended and no, that isn’t the reason.”
“Oh god,” I moan.
How can this story get any worse?
CHAPTER 22
ZAHRA
It’s not until I’m telling the story that I realize how terrible it truly sounds. I mean, no malice was intended. . . I was just a girl looking to make a quick dime; so, sue me. Trust Tree Sisters, sometimes you gotta hustle. I know you ladies get it. And if my homemade tampons weren’t wrapped in something that causes vag rash, I know you would totally support me by buying some.
Thanks.
You always have my back and I freaking love you.
Speaking of vag rash. . .
“Yeah, so the reason I almost got suspended is because the secretary was a little. . .dimwitted-”
“How dimwitted?” Illu asks me.
“She gave me a semesters’ worth of hall passes in exchange for a tarot card reading detailing the winning numbers of the lottery with my stipulation that I just didn’t know which lottery.”
“So she just kept buying tickets and using the numbers you drew?” Mio queries.
“Yup. That dimwitted.”
Both guys shake their heads sadly at the woman’s plight. Probably because she had the misfortune of getting entangled with me.
“So anyway, she bought one of my homemade tampons and decided to try it. . . even though she was well past menopausal years.”
Mio and Illu cringe.
I do, too.
The thought of stuffing one up into a dried old canal sounds. . . difficult, but kudos to the old bird, because she succeeded. She succeeded so well, she had to get it professionally removed by a doctor. By that time, she was so sick with infection and delirious from the itching, she had to stay in the hospital for two weeks.
All the other girls had to go to the hospital, too, for a special vaginal itching ointment.
Oh, and I refused to give everyone their money back.
Because by the time the principal demanded it, I had already spent it.
Illu looks downright terrified of me, but Mio has a hint of a smile curving his lips.
“What did you spend it on?” he asks me, while Illu tries to shush him.
“Supplies to make more homemade goods,” I tell him nonchalantly.
“How were you notexpelled?” Illu demands.
