Lauren's POVMy throat felt tight. There was so much I wanted to say. Then, all at once, it didn't seem worth saying anymore.I turned, ran toward the neighborhood dumpsters, and spent the entire night digging through trash.By dawn, my hands were slick with foul-smelling sludge, and grime had worked its way beneath my fingernails.At first light, I finally found the culture dishes. They were buried beneath a pile of rotting banana peels.When I stumbled back home, reeking of garbage, I ran into Mom on her way to the bathroom.She immediately pressed a finger to her lips. "Shh. Your sister just fell asleep. Just put up with it tonight. Don't shower until tomorrow."As she spoke, she walked over and unplugged the water heater. Then she wrinkled her nose. "And honestly, you smell awful. Go air yourself out before you come back inside."I had no choice but to sit there through the night. Only after everyone else was awake did I finally get a chance to shower. I'd barely worked the
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