While Tony and Jake continued to talk, Andy left the bed and knelt down by his cousin. He felt so bad for her. She had to wear diapers even though she didn’t want to, she was teased by her siblings and now she didn’t even have a bed to sleep in.
“You can have my spot,” Andy offered.
“It’s not the space I’m worried about,” Libby said.
“Then what is it?”
“I’m afraid that I’ll leak,” she whispered.
“You won’t leak,” he told her.
“Yeah? How do you know?”
Andy, of course, did not know whether Libby’s diaper would leak or not. But if a little bit of oil could last eight days and a light dusting of snow could turn into a heavy blanketing, then surely God could make a diaper last through a night.