Sally just laughed. “I don’t care about that, and neither will Liz. She’s a happy little girl now. And I don’t care who knows.”
Trish thought something seemed wrong with Sally. “Well, can I close up the blinds while you tell me what’s going on?”
“Sure; stinky pants here needs a new diaper anyways.”
Trish watched as Sally helped Liz to her feet. She couldn’t stop herself, “Hi Liz! You enjoy that bottle?” she teased. The only response she got was a wet giggle and a vacant smile. Trish was impressed, “Wow, she’s REALLY under huh?”
But Sally didn’t answer she just grabbed Liz by both hands and helped her walk towards a back room. Liz seemed barely able to walk; twice she tripped on her own feet. They got to a closed door and Sally turned to Trish, “Now keep quiet young lady. I don’t want a fuss.
