“Mr. Soel, y-you don’t understand.” The woman said taking me away from the scene. “Lea always gets like this when she has an accident and we… well… have to take different ‘measures’ to help her with her problem.”
“What ‘measures’ are you talking about exactly?” I asked suspiciously.
“Day time protection; you know… diapers? She gets really upset when we have to put them on her… as you just saw.” She nervously replied.
I briefly looked over to where Lea and the second worker were standing, both staring curiously at what we were talking about. With an idea in mind, I quickly returned to the talking to the woman in front of me.