I stood in the front room with the policeman and mommy and daddy as the lady spent about ten minutes talking with my younger sister before returning to the room.
“Is that going to be all,” mommy asked.
“Yes, that will be all, I’m sure our getting called here must have been a misunderstanding.”
“I’m glad we got things cleared up,” daddy said.
“But one more thing, the lady asked, turning back to face my parents. “Why didn’t you tell me that she had wet her pants on Thanksgiving,” the lady asked mommy.
Mommy took a brief glance at me before regaining her composure.
“I hadn’t thought much about it,” mommy replied. “Besides, why would I want to embarrass her by telling someone about it.”
“That’s fair enough,” the lady said. “Sorry for troubling you. We’ll be on our way.”