She crunched the cookies in her mouth, carefully mashing them into chunks. They made a plunk sound as they hit the nude water. The worst, the absolute worst thing had happened, and now, Maureen was sure, this was her only option.
She could not show her girl in the seventh grade. She had to play sick.
At least she had been wearing a bra and underwear. Then he was barreling out of the kitchen, the phone still in his hand. He stopped in the doorway to the living room. Maureen plays Minecraft and checks messages in her living room, where she was sitting when her principal called her parents to tell them about a nearly-naked middle of their school that circulated around her middle school.
For their daughter, all it took was a few clicks.