I’m alone in the bathroom for about thirty seconds before there’s a soft knock. My mom peeks her head in. I’m staring at my reflection and how bad I look.
“Let me get the first aid kit.” She shuts the door as I examine my face.
I tried to play it off when I came in, but seriously—what kind of asshole drives like that? I cannot wait to find him and give him a piece of my mind. Ruining Greene summer bash day sucks, especially since my mom puts so much work into this day every year.
Mom walks back in and shuts the door, but not before Nikki, Clara, and Presley follow her in. They all sit on the edge of the tub like three little humpty-dumpties.
“It’s not nearly as bad as you think,” Mom says, patting my face with a washcloth.
“What kind of sports car was it?” Nikki asks.
I give her the
