Sure enough, no sooner had Jess’ breath returned to normal and her heart rate slowed a little than she realized that she had indeed wet her pants just like the baby she said she wasn’t. So horrifically ashamed was she that she ran up stairs to her room, slammed the door behind her and flung herself on her bed, not even bothering to put on something dry, crying, utterly ashamed of herself.
“I’m proud of you, Liz,” Mr Anderson said. “It took a lot of courage to do what you did. I just hope, for Jess’ sake, that the desired effect is achieved.”
“I believe we all do, Dad.” Liz remarked.
Upstairs, Jess was an utter disaster. Her emotions were at war with each other. She was horrified and angry with Elizabeth for entering her into that contest, yet she knew she wanted to go.