Rachel’s adult side won out in the end and she pulled herself free as soon as she was clean, hurrying back into the toddler playroom. There she collapsed to her knees and cried into her hands until she felt and arm wrap over her shoulder. Brian was at her side now, pulling her close so she could weep onto his shoulder. “I know Rach, I know it sucks.”
“I… I got so messy,” she whimpered.
“Me too. I couldn’t help it. Once I started playing…”
“You couldn’t stop,” Rachel finished his sentence.
He nodded.
The sliding door to the back yard slammed shut and Pam strode to the middle of the room.