As they pulled into the graveled back ally-way behind the house that afternoon, Jordan felt relieved to be home after what had been (yet again) just about the most humiliating experience in her life.
How can these things keep happening to me? How can they possibly keep getting worse?
However, sitting in the driveway she also noticed a new sensation she couldn’t shake, understand, or even accept at the time. It was – well – sort of a feeling of excitement in a way. As she glanced down at the paper bag with the GoodNites inside, she felt great shame about peeing in her bed at night (and now bleeding too) and having the need to wear these things to take care of it. But she also could sense the tiniest twinge of weird curiosity.