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JANICE KAY JOHNSON 101
and Amy stared at each other. Then Willow’s face
crumpled and she turned and fled.
Keeping her voice level with an effort, Fiona said,
“That was mean. I thought better of you, Amy.”
“What?” she snapped, tossed her head. “Like boys
don’t know we menstruate?”
Everyone was listening, even Troy, who took off his
headphones.
“Willow is younger than you, and shy. You did that
deliberately.” Fiona shook her head and went to John.
“Nasty little thing, isn’t she?” he murmured.
Fiona was mad enough to say, “I’m beginning to
think so. Is there any chance you have any more
supplies? Uh, besides tampons?”
“I don’t know. I’ll look.” He headed for the kitchen.
Out of the corner of her eye, Fiona was grateful to
see Erin quietly heading up the stairs.
With a sniff, Amy plopped down again at the small
table where she’d been playing poker with the others.
“That was cold,” Troy said loudly.
She spun in her chair and narrowed her eyes to slits.
“What do you know?”
“I know you like being the center of attention.” He
sounded thoughtful, as if just realizing. “You get pissed
whenever anyone else is.”
“I do not!”
“It was mean,” Dieter said. “Jeez, Amy.”
She spun back to face him. “Because I’m not mealymouthed?
Why’s it a big deal?”
He shrugged. “It’s not, except it is to Willow. I saw