Jen continued her story. “When I first saw the diapers I figured they were just out of date because a small general store in the middle of nowhere Maine couldn’t turn over its stock very often. But then I saw a woman at the checkout with what appeared to be a newer package of Pampers.”
Michelle cut in again “Isn’t that the strangest thing?”
Jen smiled, “yes, exactly my thoughts at the time.” “I knew I hadn’t seen those on the shelf and they couldn’t have been anywhere else in the store. Jen continued. “I didn’t think too much of it that first day, but when I got back to my house I kept dwelling on it.” Jen sipped her coffee again. “It was like the diapers had been calling to me, seeing the old style Pampers in the store had stirred up so many memories from my childhood, about my wetting problem and wearing diapers at night into my early teens…”
“Exactly!” shouted Michelle, almost spilling her coffee. She couldn’t believe this; she was so thrilled to be able to talk with someone who could help her make sense of the last few days, someone who also would understand the anxieties of her childhood. “I’m really sorry”, said Michelle, “please go on”.
Jen smiled at her. “It’s really ok, I totally understand, I’m very excited to have someone to talk to about this with too.” She said.
“So the next day I went back to the store and bought a package of Pampers and a few other supplies, wipes, powder, everything I needed” Jen continued.
Michelle smiled to herself fighting back the urge to giggle; she had done the exact same thing just the other day.
Jen went on. “I raced back to the house, locked myself in, which of course seemed silly afterwards considering I was living in the middle of nowhere.” She giggled to herself and continued.
“Anyway, I ran to my room and put on one of the diapers, and…as you know.”