“Why’d you do it?” Brian asked.
“So you wouldn’t be alone,” she shrugged.
“Well, there was Megan.”
Rachel shook her head dismissively at their old friend who was chewing on a dandelion and some dirt pulled from the ground. “She doesn’t count. Not anymore.”
Brian nodded.
Sara appeared on the back deck carrying a pink potty seat. A moment later Amanda came out with a second one, setting it to face the other. “If you need to go potty, they’re right here,” Sara told them.
“This is so…” Brian began.
“What?” Rachel asked as he trailed off.
Brian grasped his abdomen and looked at her with worry. “I… I think I gotta go.”
“So, go then. I won’t look. You heard your mommy, the potty is there.”
“Not… not pee-pee,” he mumbled.
“Oh,” Rachel nodded.