We stopped at a convenience store and she left us in the car for a moment while she went inside. She returned a minute later, opened the backseat door and proceeded to diaper us with the disposables she must have purchased inside. A minute later and we were on our way again. She stopped at the all night Wal-Mart and slung the two of us on her hips again after taking her spare checkbook out of her glove box and putting it in her pocket. Momma carried us inside and put Gino inside the basket of a shopping cart and me in the infant seat. I blushed in embarrassment at the prospect of riding in the cart wearing nothing but a diaper, but there was no other alternative. Besides, I couldn’t object. I had become incapable of speech.