When the third period ended, Damon Young didn't call for the tests to be collected. "Go use the restroom. We'll go over the test next period."
Holly Winslow had been wanting to go to the restroom for a while. Her period had started. She rummaged through her bag for a sanitary pad, searching for what felt like an eternity before remembering she'd left it on her bed. She had been in a hurry and forgotten to pack it.
She looked at Mortimer Quincy, her voice a pitiful whisper. "Honey, I forgot to bring a pad."
"Did you leak?"
Mortimer Quincy gestured for her to stand up. After Holly Winslow stood, he glanced around her seat a few times. Seeing no red, he shook his head and said, "You go to the restroom first. I'll buy some and bring them to you."
The restrooms in the mall at the time were still unisex.
After Holly Winslow left the classroom, he went to the small supermarket in the mall. He scanned the row of sanitary pads and grabbed the brand Holly used most often.
