16
EMMY
“Well, that’s perfectly gross.”
Sky peered into the hole beside me, and she wasn’t wrong. The septic tank had been covered by a rusting metal cover, and when we dragged it to the side, we’d found ourselves looking into a sea of fetid brown scum.
Marry a billionaire, they said. Your life’ll be glitz and glamour, they said.
They lied.
“Good thing I’ve got a strong stomach.”
“How deep do you think it is?”
“Pretty deep.”
The scum came to within a foot of the lid, but how far down was the bottom? When we got the thing emptied, would we need a big tanker or a really big tanker? Ross had said that after we’d had the sludge sucked out, if the walls were intact, we could try rehabilitating the drainage field by flushing the pipes through and adding appropriate bacteria. It wouldn’t
