300 for 30: Day 23

A small window slid open and a pack of sticky rice, a plastic-wrapped haunch of roast chicken, and a banana dropped onto the floor inside their cell. Taylor dove for it.

"Don't choke, dear," Sally said.

When she was finished eating, which took no more than five minutes, Taylor crumpled up the plastic and put it in the corner of the bathroom, since there was no garbage bin. She flushed the banana peel down the toilet. “Don’t want it attracting flies,” she muttered.

Rivki started crying again. Ferdinand rocked him and rubbed his back. “Have you heard from Derrick?”

Taylor poked her head out the open doorway. “He’s out on the bail Dianne paid for him. He’ll be on a flight this afternoon his time.” Then she closed the door.

“So…anyone have an idea how we can pass the time?” Sally asked, attempting to comb her long brown hair with her fingers.

“We could play ‘Never Have I Ever’,” Nat suggested. Ferdinand glowered at him. “Okay, Supernatural Superserious votes no. Shall we tell jokes? Or stories? Or we could share personal confessions of a dark and serious and/or humorous nature?”

“I’m thinking of joining the Mormons,” Ferdinand said, even surprising himself.

Nat whipped his head around. “What?”

“Before you get into a theological argument, boys, I think Taylor’s just been sick,” Sally said.

“Oh God.” Nat rushed to the door and knocked. “Taylor, are you all right?”

“Could it be food poisoning?” Ferdinand asked.

“Probably not this soon after eating,” Nat replied.

Taylor was silent for a few seconds, which was a pause lengthy enough to make all of the vampires nervous. Then she began to, of all things, laugh. She opened the door and her eyes were filled with tears. Happy tears. “I’m not certain, but I think…I think I’m pregnant.”