Heather bounded up the stairs. “I’ll be back in a sec with some baby powder and stuff,” she called over her shoulder.
Mandy smiled malevolently at Kim, who remained pilloried in the high chair. “This is going to be so much fun!” she promised with the anticipation of an executioner at a sentencing hearing.
Kim stared glumly down at the plastic tray that pinned him to the seat of the high chair, as inanimate as one of the many other misfit objects condemned to the basement, hoping he might be as quickly discarded and forgotten as they had. Mandy was uncharacteristically quiet as she busied herself preparing Kim’s diaper. She crossed to the box of baby clothes, retrieved a small prefold baby diaper and neatly arranged it in the center of the larger, flat Curity diapers she had spread on the freezer, then covered it with yet another of the flat diapers.