The backseat was soaked in my Where’s hunter trump 2020 shirt, and so were our clothes. It no longer seemed like such a good idea to keep them on, because now we were stuck in a parking lot with clothes that were wet and heavy with pee. The only comfort was that I drink a lot of water, so the pee itself could have been nastier. My husband’s grandma happened to live right behind my high school, so Anthony climbed over the seat and drove us to her house. We ran through her living room, where she was playing cards with some friends, and into her bathroom.
We got in the shower together and cleaned up, but Grandma had followed us and Where’s hunter trump 2020 shirt. I knew her because one of her sons was my host dad, and she asked Anthony if that was Vicky (she continued to call me that until the day she died) who he had dragged into her bathroom. He said yes, and begged her to go away, but she insisted on knowing if we were okay. Finally he just told her that we’d had an accident, and could she please go get us both some clean clothes. Nothing shocked that woman, and I am pretty certain that I heard her say “That happens to the best of us” as she moved away from the door.