Please don’t hug me. Please don’t hug me Please don’t hug me, she thought to herself.
Please come hug me; please come hug me; please say you’re not going. Please don’t go. Please stay. Please Daddy.
Shocked, humiliated, and cut to the heart, Ted turned and quietly shut his daughter’s door.
Jordan’s alarm woke her on Friday morning at 7:15 and she jolted awake from a deep deep sleep. She immediately felt for her panties and as they had been the previous two nights, she felt soaking wet cotton fabric. Her sheets, pajamas, bedspread, and mattress were saturated as well. Because of her wet bed (and presumably underlying stress) on Wednesday, her mom let her stay home from school yet agin. The same was true on Thursday. Both days, they had told the other girls that Jordan wasn’t feeling well and the three had laid low – this in hopes that the nighttime accident(s) might stay between Jordan and her Mom.