It was an unstoppable flow. She could feel it sliding across her bottom, coating her soft skin. Rachel could smell it too, almost immediately. It was a powerful stench, inescapable, unmistakable. Then came the noise, little popping farts as she pushed the last of it out. The sound, the smell, her red face, and tight lips all announced to the room exactly what she’d just done.
She recalled Meggy vomiting when Danny had poopied his diaper at the restaurant. She’d been sicker than herself. Now it was her diaper, her bottom covered in her own dirty mess. Brian was staring down at her from his walker, a look of utter horror in his eyes. He wrinkled his nose and pushed his walker backward, away from her stench. Rachel didn’t cry this time, she was beyond tears now. She fought the urge to vomit again, forcing herself to think of other things.