“Look, lady,” Dante pleaded, “I’m really sorry I woke up in your place and made a mess on your carpet. I don’t even know how I got here. Clearly something…blblblbl…” Dante was cut off by woman roughly wiping his face off with a moist wipe.
“I know, I know”, the woman interrupted. She stepped on the trashcan pedal and the lid popped open. She threw the vomit covered wipe in the trash and let the lid shut. She pulled another wipe out of the plastic box and continued to wipe Dante’s chin and neck.
“You’re all wet and dirty and sweaty and your tummy doesn’t feel good.” She threw another wipe in the trash and closed the lid again before taking another wipe out of the box. “But let Mama Judy clean you up and get you dressed, and then everything will be aaall better.” This woman was talking strangely to him, like he was some kind of child.