#Chapter 372 Lemons on Ice

“Daisy, no, don’t call for an ambulance,” Amy pleaded. “It will scare my dad. I’ll be fine. I just need some ginger ale and a couple of plain crackers out of my purse.”

“I’ll get some ginger ale from the bar,” I said and dashed out of the bathroom.

I went to Justin. “Amy’s a little sick in her stomach. She wants the crackers from her purse.”

“Yeah, that happens when she …um, eats too much.” He fished around under the table and handed me a small pack of soup crackers.

“Thanks,” I said and headed to the bar for the ginger ale. The bartender gave me a small bottle of the soda, and I hurried back to my friend.

Amy was washing her face at the sink. She took the ginger ale and eagerly took several small sips.

“Bless you,” she said and took the pack of crackers. She put one in her mouth and chewed slowly.

“Are you sure you’re okay? I asked. “I’ve never known you to get sick from overeating.”

I put a hand on her forehead to check for a fever. There was none, but I didn’t like how pale she loo