“You can’t tell anyone about this,” said Flower as Deborah returned to the room.
“I think it would amuse Ami.” She was still sore at Flower.
Flower stared back at her like a deer in headlights. “You can’t.”
“Okay,” said Deborah, “but that comes down.” She pointed at the Meat is Murder poster over Flower’s bed.
“Fine,” said Flower. She climbed on her bed, her feet almost slipping on the plastic sheet, and pulled the poster down.
“And–,” said Deborah.
“Something else yet?”
“Yeah,” said Deborah. If her diaper leaked on her bed, Flower would find out about it. “If it happens to me ever, then you will have to be quiet about it.”
“Deal,” said Flower. She said it quickly as if she expected Deborah to add on more terms. She sat on the bed and patted the plastic sheet. “These came in handy.”
Deborah had one on her bed, and as far as she knew, so did Ami and Anise. “Yeah,” she said. “It’s so drunken freshmen don’t ruin the mattress.”
Flower blushed.
