Chapter 15

Two weeks later, Zoey woke to find Celeste standing over her bed. As her face came into focus, Zoey saw she was agitated, wringing Lancelot through her hands.

"What's the matter?" Zoey asked. Shifting over in bed, she patted the mattress beside her. The warm flannel splashed the taste of cloves across her tongue.

"I need some help," Celeste said flatly. "I'm bleeding."

Startled, Zoey shot out of bed. "What happened?" Then she noticed the crimson stain on the front of Celeste's nightgown. 'Better wake Aunt Flory.' "It's okay," she assured her. "Remember we talked about this with Aunt Flory. It's your period." She smiled encouragingly at Celeste. "You got it first. You beat Ruby and me."

"The average age of menarche is 13.6 years," Celeste declared. "Technically, I'm within the normal range."

"Aunt Flory, are you up?" Zoey called, leading Celeste into the hallway. On their way out of the room, she tossed a pillow at Ruby, who grunted and opened her eyes.