““What?” Carol said. “You think I just crack under pressure?” Abby thought she could see a dramatic increase in Carol. She got it. “Well, it was a lot of pressure,” Carol blurted, her voice rising. “Like super pressure. Pressure like the heaviest thing in the world on top of me, plus three hundred elephants, two hundred walruses, and several of those super fat cats whose owners don’t stop feeding them—that kind of pressure. And they all ate extra donuts for breakfast.” “I””
