Jess did want to go but she felt as if she had to give up her adult identity to embrace her inner baby and she wasn’t sure she wanted to do that. She felt incredibly insecure and unsure of which way to turn. But, she supposed, that was the purpose of this whole mess. To top it off, she had screamed at her sister. She screamed at her own best friend whom she’d had since she could remember. Closer than anyone she’d met at school. Jess felt truly awful for that. She would have to come up with a way to make it up to Liz.
Mrs. Anderson, meanwhile, stripped Jess’ bed and threw her sheets and her wet clothing into the washroom. On the way down she passed Liz.
“How is Jess?” Liz asked tentatively.
