Taking the moment while the rest of your family was focused on Maddie, you looked at Miranda and whispered, “Mira… I—I’m really sorry… I hope you know I never meant t—”
“Shh. It’s fine. I’m not mad. I just wasn’t expecting it…”
“It—It was really an accid—”
“Shh. It’s fine. Seriously, don’t worry about it.”
Gulping, you nod, though Mira isn’t looking at you. “I hope I didn’t ruin your birthday.”
“No; of course not…” Finally glancing at you, Mira laid her hand on yours, before going back to watching Madelyn dispose of Ben.
Eventually the bowel movement ends, a few sputtering bursts of wet shit splattering the dumpster below as Maddie concludes her divorce and her third marriage. You never saw anything resembling a skull come out of Maddie’s pucker, or any significant stoppages. Apparently, her stomach had been thorough.
“So…”
Miranda turns to look at you as you whisper.
“…what now?”
“I don’t know.” Smiling at you, Miranda takes your hand in hers and pulls you to your feet; “let’s go see!”
