Barf For Lunch by Lee Mandel (beautiful books to read .TXT) 📕

lunch. It stinks! The smell reminds me of the time Mom left Joshua’s baby bottle in the car during the summer time when he was two.
The girls surrounding him shriek and students are holding their noses. I lunge across the table and shove my napkin over his mouth. I know what getting sick in the cafeteria can do to a guy’s reputation. I grab his shirtsleeve and pull him out of the cafeteria. I don’t stop until we’re in front of the sink in the boy’s bathroom. As the water runs, I grab wads of paper towels from the dispenser. After dowsing them, I try to clean James up as best I can, the way Mom used to on the hours long drive to Grandma’s house when I was younger. Those rides always caused my stomach to do flip-flops.
“Okay, okay,” James says, dazed by the experience. I give him another clump of wet paper towels and instruct him to wipe his face. He snaps out of his trance as the cold damp towel touches his hands.
When the color returns to his cheeks, I ask, “Are you feeling better?
With a bewildered expression he says, “I think so.”
“Yeah, well, let’s hope it was only our table that saw.” I put my arm around his back, which incidentally, is the only part of him that isn’t covered with watered down puke. “C’mon, I’ll walk you to the nurse. Then I’ll go back to the cafeteria and get your stuff.”
“Thanks, Zack.”
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Publication Date: 11-17-2010

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