“Don’t,” she yells. “I will pee the bed. I will pee right here, right now. All the pee. Puddles and puddles of pee. So much pee you’ll think Niagara Falls just came flooding through your room.” I pause. “Niagara Falls of urine?” “So much urine. You have no idea the kind of splash I can make with my bladder.” “It’s disturbing when you say shit like that.”
