“That was awkward,” said Ami. She picked up a piece of chicken with her chopsticks and expertly guided it into her mouth.
Deborah picked up a bite of food, but when she turned it toward her mouth her fingers cramped and she dropped both the broccoli and her chopsticks. “What was awkward?”
Ami handed her a fork and Deborah stabbed a piece of chicken with it. “The way Flower talks about her uncle all the time.”
Deborahdropped her fork as she began to wet her pull-up. She felt her bottom for leaks and sighed with relief as her hand came away dry. “I got to go to the restroom.”
“Me too,” said Ami.
“Um, I,” Deborah started to say. She wet her pull-up and didn’t really want Ami to know that she wet during the day too. Still Ami was following her.