“Megan, how long have you been here?” Rachel asked, trying to ignore the goofy grin on her friend’s face.
“Meggy pee-pee!” the college-girl replied gleefully.
Brian and Rachel shared astonished looks. “Megan, don’t play around. This isn’t funny,” Rachel told her.
But Megan was still looking cheerful as ever. Apparently incapable of standing still she was playing with the hem of her skirt and twisting back and forth. “Meggy go potty-pot!” she announced, ignoring Rachel’s admonition.
Now Rachel and Brian were genuinely frightened. What the hell was wrong with Megan? She’d been fine the last time they saw her. Well, as fine as one could be in the circumstances. Yet now she was acting like peeing in the potty was an exciting accomplishment.
“Megan, do you remember who we are?” Brian asked, trying to be gentle.
Megan’s wide blue eyes remained blank, empty of recognition. “Gotta dowwy,” Megan told them, pointing in the direction of a pile of toys no other kids were near.
Rachel couldn’t take it anymore. “Megan, cut this out right now! You’re not a dumb little kid Megan. You’re an adult, a grown-up! You don’t use a stupid potty chair, you don’t wear pull-ups and play with dolls! You’re bigger than that!”