Paper Towns — Chapter no 40

“Done and done,” I answer. Camo pants, it turns out, do not come in

regular numbered sizes. They come in medium and large. I grab a pair of

medium pants, and then a large pink T-shirt that reads WORLD’S BEST

GRANDMA. I also grab three bottles of Bluefin.

I hand everything to Lacey when she comes out of the bathroom and

then walk into the girls’ room, since Radar is still in the guys’. I don’t know

that I’ve ever been inside a girls’ bathroom in a gas station before.

Differences:

No condom machine

Less graffiti

No urinal

The smell is more or less the same, which is rather disappointing.

When I come out, Lacey is paying and Ben is honking the horn, and

after a moment of confusion, I jog toward the car.

“We lost a minute,” Ben says from the passenger seat. Lacey is turning

onto the road that will take us back to the interstate.

“Sorry,” Radar answers from the back, where he is sitting next to me,

wiggling into his new camo pants beneath his robe. “On the upside, I got

pants. And a new T-shirt. Where’s the shirt, Q?” Lacey hands it to him.

“Very funny.” He pulls off the robe and replaces it with the grandma shirt

while Ben complains that no one got him any pants. His ass itches, he says.

And on second thought, he kind of does need to pee.

Hour Eleven