Kim blinked in shock at both the sudden brightness of the shadowy subterranean light of the basement and Mandy’s boldness. As she slid the eating tray of the high chair back into place, Kim glanced at the soaking diaper that now spread limply over his lap. The thick cloth had not absorbed Mandy’s torrential piss evenly, so while the back remained fairly dry, the front had overflowed and formed a small puddle under the high chair. As Mandy locked the tray into position, the door at the top of the stairs wheezed open and Mandy hurriedly skipped over to the foot of the stairs.
Mandy had assumed a pose of nonchalance by the time Heather called down, “Mandy, give me a hand, will ya?”