The last thing she needed was a bowel control problem on top of her bladder issues. She used the toilet to empty herself the best she could and then when through the process of changing her pull-up. The pull-up was wet, but it could have been worse if she would have messed it. Fortunately she retained more control over her bowels than her bladder.
She sheepishly slipped back into her room. The terrorist wasn’t there any longer and Deborah sighed with relief.
“Why’d you rush out so quickly?” asked Flower.
“I just had to use the restroom,” said Deborah.
“Oh, I just wondered.”
Deborah returned to the task of making her bed and then watched as Flower put her stuff around the room. She had posters that she had to put up showing animals and slogans. One was a poster of a cute piglet that read, “Does your food have a face?” Deborah sighed. She would have to have a talk about the decorating taste Flower showed.
Her uncle showed up more times and it took all Deborah’s strength not to rush out of the room. Her bladder was already empty, so there were no more accidents, but that still didn’t make Deborah feel comfortable.
“We are going to Studio 7 Vegetarian Restaurant,” said Flower. “Want to come?”
“I’m really sorry,” said Deborah. She really wasn’t. “I promised Ami I would eat dinner with her already. After that, I am going to lay around and be a vegetable myself.”
“Suit yourself,” said Flower. She and her uncle left and Deborah sighed with relief.