Chapter Two
Cherry pulled her hand out of Phil’s grasp and hid it behind her back.
“What’s wrong with you?” her father scolded. “Learn some manners.”
“Sorry.” Cherry wiped off sweat and p***y juice on the butt of her skirt. “There was a bee. It landed on my hand.”
“That’s true,” Phil said. “It did. I saw it.”
Pop explained to Phil, “Cherry’s allergic to bee stings. If you ever see her without her epi-pen, you make sure she goes and gets it.”
Cherry whined. Why did he have to embarrass her like that, drawing attention to her stupid flaws? “It’s no big deal.”
“Oh yeah? How about when you get stung and suddenly you can’t breathe? Will it be a big deal then?”
This was so humiliating! Spinning around, Cherry stomped toward her cabin. “I’m going to the lake.”
“Alone?” her f
