From Us to You, Part 1
It was 1:56 and she’d been in the bathroom for 27 minutes. Bethesda had gone in there beecause she felt something in her nose and she needed some privacy for picking. And then she went to the bathroom. And then she quietly unfolded the crossword puzzle she’d tucked in her pocket. She was halfway through the Downs when the door swung open. It was Bethesda’s boss Clare. Bethesda tucked her head down and pulled her legs together. She hid the crossword. Clare always eyed the crack of the stalls to see who was in there.
Bethesda stayed quiet and sat there while Clare peed. Clare was the loudest peer Bethesda had ever heard, which sometimes made Bethesda laugh during meetings. Also, Clare wore control-top pantyhose which took forever to pull up. She listened while Clare ran her hands under the faucet (no more than three seconds) and then dried her hands. Bethesda leaned to the left so Clare wouldn’t see her during her final potty peek.
Twelve minutes later, Bethesda flushed, stuck on a six-letter Verdi opera.
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