My Mouth is Big I kept Nicole’s secret for all of sixteen hours. Anything past that would have been impossible, it was just too great for me to sit on alone. Which was why, at seven in the morning, I woke Cammie up with an enthusiastic use of her buzzer. Lucky for me, I was in a car accident the day before, so I got a free pass. Once we covered my injuries and got some coffee brewing, we sat on her couch, whispering so as not to wake Dante, and I spilled everything. “Shut up.” Cammie’s eyebrows raised in evil glee. “She’s pregnant?” “Yes.” I giggled despite myself. It wasn’t funny. But for all of the shit I’d watched Nicole get away with, the woman had it coming. I composed my face and tried my best serious face. “It’s not funny,” I admonished. “It’s kinda funny,” Cammie mused, lifting her coffee mug for a sip. “Have you told Benta?” “No. Don’t.” She raised a hand in surrender.
