Third Wheel
“It sounded like a scene from The Exorcist.”
I brace the wet cloth against my lips to stifle a giggle.
“I was worried I would see slugs hit the toilet water or a demon crack through your spine,” he continues.
“Stop,” I plead.
I rise to rinse my face and hands in the sink behind Jackson. He watches with rapt attention as I wet my toothbrush, then rinse my teeth and tongue. I’ve learned toothpaste upsets me sometimes. I read online to use water sometimes and toothpaste as I can tolerate it. I look at my reflection in the mirror. I have tiny bruise dots surrounding both eyes. I will need to research these online. I try to hide my worry about the dots decorating the edges of my eyes.