Elaine didn’t say anything in the next couple of minutes. That was unusual for her. She didn’t normally pass up an opportunity to rub in the fact that I had these toileting problems. I hoped that the woman might leave to follow her daughter, and at least give me my privacy and a tiny amount of my dignity back. That wasn’t to be.
The toddler returned, holding the hand of a taller girl, who appeared to be closer to my age. The way older girl walked was slightly uneven, as if she somehow weren’t able to quite control her balance. Strange. Then I noticed something about the girl that did pique my attention. She had a diaper on underneath her swimsuit just like I did.