John took the two sides of the diaper, pulled them tight and tied them into a knot over my hip. There was still the problem of the torn plastic on the front, but John said that since we were going back home, it would be okay until then.
He started to help me get redressed, but I stopped him by saying, “I can do it myself.”
I then pulled my pants up and struggled to tuck my shirt in before leaving the stall. When I came out, John was already gone from the bathroom. I washed my hands, dried them on the fancy linen towels and tossed the towel into a brass hamper under the marble sink.