Mama looks down at you with a kind, reassuring smile. Then a worry occurs to you.
“Do you — do you think people will notice?” you ask nervously.
Mama shakes her head.
“Nope — there’s a bit of a breeze at the moment.”
You wonder if that’s why you couldn’t easily smell it.
Just to be sure, mama lets you sit on the end on the lift with her between you and anyone else. Only one person else gets on the four people lift and they sit on the opposite side. Still, your mess squishes and moves as you sit on it. A bit like a wet nappy, it feels okay to squirm in it.