Barbara, however, only rolled her eyes before smiling sweetly and clinging to Phyll’s arm.
“Forget it. If Sabrina doesn’t want to cook, then she doesn’t have to. Let’s just eat out.”
She tilted her head at me, still pretending innocence, and added, “Honestly, Sabrina, Phyll and I are just like ironclad friends. We’ve been bathing together and scrubbing each other’s backs since we were kids. It has become a habit for us. Nothing else. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have been the one to give him a child.”
Then she tugged on Phyll’s sleeve. “Come on, let’s go. Give her time to cool down. I heard women get all loose after childbirth, and when their emotions run high, they might even wet themselves. Don’t make her any angrier.”
She smirked and added loudly enough for everyone to hear, “If she ends up peeing her pants again, how can I even get to eat? I don’t wanna starve tonight!”
The room erupted in laughter as everyone crowded around Phyll and Barbara, ushering them out the door.
I must’ve been more upset than I realized, because not long after, a sharp pain stabbed my chest and a fever swept over me.