Knock-knock. “You okay in there?” Uncle Andy’s voice sounded weird, echoing through the little door.
“Almost done,” Billie said, trying to keep that fibber-tone out of her voice. Mommy always knew, always. But it was true. She was…almost done. She pushed the button again.
She turned the water on and watched the bubbles swirl down the drain. Dried her hands off. Unlocked the door and went out.
Uncle Andy was still waiting for her. He looked at her, then over her head into the bathroom, then back at her. He looked just a little bit amused. “Well, I suppose that ate up five minutes or so. Come on, back to your seat.”
Back to her seat. More clouds. The airplane lady asked her what she wanted to drink and gave her a whole canof soda. Mommy didn’t usually let her have that much sugar and caffeine, but Uncle Scooter didn’t say a word about it. The lady gave her two packs of cookies, too, chocolate chip and oatmeal raisin.