He runs his finger along the backs again enjoying the light crinkling noise and the feel under his finger. He hesitates for a moment before pulling the bag closed once again.
He stands and carries the bag out of the room with him. As he crosses the landing, he looks up at the trapdoor to the attic and considers popping them back inside, but then he decides against it. He decides to take them downstairs with him and throw them away.
As he makes his way down the stairs, the doorbell rings. He wants to dispose of his bag of diapers first, but realises he will be unable to do that without going outside and the person at the door seeing him. He doesn’t think it is possible to see what he is carrying anyway, so holding the bag in one hand, he opens the latch and pulls the door open.