Norah's cheeks were flushed a little when she realized the curious questioning looks that shot her way as she sped across the restaurant as if it was on fire. Most will be wondering what the hell is wrong with her. Well, they are not the ones. She too was wondering.
She hurried into the bathroom opening stalls like she is high on cocaine. Most of the stalls seem occupied and Norah's stomach contents are getting impatient. Her hands clutched tightly against her mouth as she tried to force back the content forced by the strong heave of her stomach.
Finally an empty stall. Norah rushed in and before she was even close to Mr. White everything came pouring out from her tummy, luckily she was able to directly into the sparkling bowl. Norah bent down to her waist and continued to regurgitate.
