chapter 48(2)

Valen Her shower is tiny. Every time I turn or move, I’m knocking crap down off the shower caddy or smashing my elbows on the walls. Getting in, I nearly knocked myself out on the shower head, it’s that low! And why is everything pink? Pink shampoo, pink soap, pink shower curtain and floor mats; it’s like a pink explosion in here. I didn’t pick her as a girly-girl. I should have used the kids’ bathroom, not the joint one between Zoe and Everly’s room. Turning back to the task at hand, I grab the pink loofah and sniff it. It smells of Everly, so the fluffy pom-pom pink thing must be Zoe’s. I’m bending down under the shower head, trying to wash the shampoo out when I hear the door open. At first, I think it’s Everly until I hear the mention of fudge mumbled. I freeze. That’s not Everly. “Remind me to call Emily tomorrow to check on her,” she calls out. Frozen, I wonder what she’s doing in there before I hear what sounds like someone peeing. Were they that comfortable peeing in front of e