“Well,” she said, “don’t we need to go to dinner now? Our reservations will be ready in fifteen minutes.”
“Oh yeah,” said Flower. “We need to go.”
The trip to the restaurant was nerve-racking to say the least. Flower insisted that Deborah should ride shotgun since she was the guest. Sitting in the passenger seat in Owl’s Prius wasn’t as bad as being hijacked by Owl in her tanker truck, but it was almost as scary for her. She was glad for the diaper though. She was constantly leaking from fear, but it wasn’t a lot. However the cumulative effect made it pretty heavy by the time they dropped her off at the dorm.