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Chapter 107 She looked at Betsy, standing there in just her diaper, and smiled softly. This brings back some great memories for me, she said, her voice full of warmth. But the three of us need to have a conversation about this. She paused for a moment, then continued. First, I want you both to know—it doesn’t surprise me, seeing Betsy dressed like this. And second, I want to be very clear: I’m not upset by what I’m seeing. Her eyes met ours, steady and kind. Do you both understand that? We nodded. Yes, we understand. There was a quiet moment of relief in the room. Her mom looked at Betsy with calm curiosity. So, sweetheart, how often do you wear a diaper—besides at night or during naps? Betsy didn’t respond right away. She just kept her eyes on her mom, unsure of what to say. Her mom leaned in gently. You need to know I’m not upset. But I do want to understand what’s going on here before I leave. After a pause, Betsy quietly said, All the time when I’m home. Her mom nodded. Do you wear one when you’re at school? No, Betsy replied. What about when you go out? Yes, I do. So, if I’m understanding this right, her mom said, the only time you’re not wearing a diaper is when you’re in school? Betsy nodded again. Yes. Her mom glanced down at the diaper Betsy was wearing and spoke softly. From the looks of it, you use your diapers for both pee and poop. Is that true? Betsy hesitated, then said quietly, yes. Her mom turned to me with a thoughtful look. How do you manage all the diaper changes you’re doing? I gave a small shrug. Well, I’d say it’s about 25 changes a week. Four or five of those are poopy diapers. She nodded slowly, absorbing the details. And how often does Betsy use the highchair? At every meal, I replied. And the baby bottle? Twice a day, I said. Once in the morning, and again after dinner. She paused, then asked, “Have you bought any baby clothes for her to wear? Yes, we have, I said. Okay, she nodded. I want to see them after we’re done talking. Then she turned to Betsy with a gentle smile. I’m sure they look cute on you. Betsy’s face flushed red instantly, her cheeks glowing with embarrassment. But her mom’s tone was kind, not teasing—just a quiet acknowledgment of care and affection. Her mom leaned back slightly, her voice calm but direct. You know, she said, “I had a feeling something was going on with Betsy and her diapers. She looked at both of us. Remember two years ago, when all the parents went on that six-week cruise? When we got back, I asked why her diapers looked so dull and worn—like they’d been used far more than just for nighttime. You told me it was because she didn’t use tampons at night and wore diapers for her period. She paused, then added with a knowing smile, But I’ve been a woman long enough to know periods don’t last six weeks. And from the look on both your faces back then, I knew you weren’t telling the whole truth. Her gaze shifted gently to Betsy. So, how long did you wear diapers while we were gone? Betsy hesitated, then quietly said, From the time you left the cabin until about an hour before you got back. Her mom raised her eyebrows slightly. So you were in diapers that whole time? Betsy nodded. The only time I wasn’t was when I was sunbathing in the nude or when I was getting a bath. I’m sure you poop in them too, her mom said, looking at Betsy with a knowing smile. I glanced over and added, more than once. She laughed warmly. If I had known she was pooping in her diapers back then, I would’ve taken the time to show you how to keep a diaper white—even after that kind of use. Then she turned to me with a gentle firmness. Since she’s back in diapers now, I’ll show you what needs to be done before I head home. Her mom continued, her voice calm but perceptive. After we got back from the cruise, I started noticing some changes in your routine with Betsy. She looked at me. You used to put her in her nighttime diaper around nine. But after we returned, it was closer to eight. And in the mornings, you used to change her before coming out for breakfast. Now, you both come out first, and only go back to change her afterward. She turned to Betsy, her tone soft but direct. Half the time, I could tell you were sitting at the breakfast table wetting your diaper. One reason? When you stood up, your diaper was hanging a lot lower than when you sat down. Another reason is when you pee, you do have a pee face that is cute and the last reason everyone around the table could hear you pee. Even in a diaper you could hear the hss sound that us women make when we pee. Then she gave a gentle chuckle. There were a few times I honestly thought your diaper was going to fall off—it was so heavy, I thought you were about to flash us your butt. Her mom continued, her voice still calm and thoughtful. Another thing I noticed after we got back—you started sucking your thumb more often. She looked at Betsy with a soft smile. It used to be just at night, or when you were really tired. But after the cruise, I saw you doing it during the day too. Her mom looked at Betsy with a soft, knowing expression. And I remember the last two times we came home from the cabin, she said. You were in diapers for the entire ride home. She paused, then added with quiet certainty, and you pooped in your diaper both times. Her mom held up the small item she’d found in Betsy’s room—the first pacifier we’d bought for her at the cabin. She looked at Betsy gently. Do you know what this is? Betsy nodded. It’s a pacifier. And do you know whose it is? It’s mine, Betsy said quietly. Her mom’s brow furrowed slightly, not in judgment, but in curiosity. Why would you have a pacifier? I never bought one for you when you were a baby. I stepped in. I bought it for her in town while we were at the cabin. She turned to me. Why? I smiled. I just thought she’d look cute using it. Her mom paused, then asked with a soft chuckle, well… does she? I nodded. Yes. She really does. Her mom smiled gently, still holding the pacifier in her hand. Well, that’s nice to know, she said, her voice soft with affection. Maybe I’ll get to see her use it one of these days. Betsy shifted slightly, her cheeks turning pink again, but there was a small smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. Betsy’s mom looked at her gently. Can you tell me why you like to wear diapers? Betsy glanced at me, uncertain. I gave her a reassuring nod. Tell her what you told me, I said softly. Betsy took a breath, her voice quiet but steady. They make me feel safe, she said. It’s like… I don’t have to worry. I feel calm when I wear them. Betsy took a breath and spoke softly, her voice steady. I feel less stressed when I wear diapers. It’s like a part of me relaxes—I don’t have to think so much or worry. She glanced at her mom, then continued. I actually like being changed. Whether it’s a wet diaper or a messy one, it doesn’t matter. It’s the care that means something to me. Her voice grew more tender. When someone gives me a bath or wipes me clean after a poopy diaper… those touches, that attention—it makes me feel loved. Like someone really cares. She looked down at herself, then smiled faintly. And yeah, I enjoy running around in just a diaper. It reminds me of when I was little, when not having a top on didn’t matter. It was simple. Safe. Her mom sat quietly for a moment, then spoke with calm honesty. I’ve been doing some reading on this, she said. I understand that wearing diapers makes you feel safe. Some of the books I’ve read describe it as a kink—sometimes with a little bit of a sexual component. But that’s okay. Everyone has one or two kinks. She looked at both of us with a gentle smile. We’re all adults here. Then she turned to Betsy, her voice warm and steady. I want to be just as open with you as you’ve been with me. I have two kinks of my own. You don’t need to know what they are—but I’m telling you this because I don’t want you to feel alone. Mom, Betsy said gently, can I ask you a question? And will you be as truthful with me as I’ve been with you? Her mom nodded. I have to be truthful. That’s how trust and communication work between people. You can ask me anything—except what my two kinks are, she added with a light smile. So go ahead. Betsy smiled, a little mischievously. I think I already know one of them. You like being spanked by Dad, don’t you? I sat there stunned. That was a bombshell. Her mom’s face turned bright red, and for a moment, she was speechless. Then she took a breath and said, I told you I’d be truthful with you… but I didn’t expect one of my kinks to be known by you two. Yes, I do like having my bottom spanked by your dad sometimes. She looked at Betsy with curiosity. How did you find that out? Betsy’s voice softened. The first time I noticed, I had a bad nightmare. I was going to come sleep in your room to feel better. But I heard a lot of noise, and I thought Dad was hurting you. I got scared and went back to my room. I cried myself to sleep because I didn’t know what was happening or how to help. Her mom’s expression shifted from embarrassment to tenderness. That must’ve been really confusing for you, she said quietly. I’m sorry you had to carry that alone. Yes, it was really confusing for me, Betsy said quietly. I used to hear him spank you once or twice a year, all the way until I was about fourteen. She looked at her mom. One time, you sent me into your bedroom, and I saw a paddle lying on the bed. I remember thinking, ‘Why is there a paddle here?’ Her voice softened. Then about two weeks later, I was asleep on the couch in the living room. You and Dad didn’t know I was there. You were in the den, and the noise you were making woke me up. I snuck over to see what was going on. She paused, then added, “When I saw you over Dad’s knee, and he was spanking you and you had a smile on your face… I knew it was okay. That it wasn’t something bad. Her mom’s face turned red again, clearly caught off guard. You saw that? she asked. Betsy nodded. Yep. And believe me—I’m glad he never spanked me, because your ass was bright red. I new that you like it after you ask dad to spank you harder. Her mom let out a breath, half embarrassed, half amused. Her mom took a breath, her tone settling into something calm and final. Yes, I do like having my bottom spank. Okay, that’s enough about me and my kinks, she said with a small smile. Let me finish our talk with this. She turned to Betsy. I have no problem with you wearing diapers all the time. You know I’ll have to tell your dad, right? Betsy nodded. It’s okay. You can tell him. Her mom continued, you also know there’s a good chance someone else might find out. Betsy shrugged gently. That’s already happened. I’m okay with it. Her mom smiled, clearly proud of her daughter’s honesty and confidence. Alright then, she said. Let’s wrap this up. She motioned for Betsy to come closer. Betsy walked over, and her mom gently slipped two fingers under the edge of her plastic pants. You’re wet, she said matter-of-factly, but you can wait until after lunch. Then she smiled warmly. Let’s eat. I want to see how cute you look sitting in that highchair of yours. -
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Same, except after spending many hours perusing incontinent supplies the catalogue naturally opened to those pages. Nobody noticed, or at least said anything. Then at some point Sears began publishing (annual?) specialty catalogue for tools, etc. including one for incontinence supplies limiting coverage of those items in the main catalogue. Somehow I managed to obtain one or more of the incontinence catalogues. Also remember Sears selling adult rubber pants and a wide variety of rubber sheets in the early to mid-fifties. As the years passed these gave way to non-rubber items. -
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Chapter twenty-two They left me… just the way I was They loved me… just the way I was Cait had been carried to bed in her sleep the night before, so she had not felt the significance that tonight… she was being taken to bed in Sean’s arms, and her underwears… they were not starting the night wet for once. The ghost can’t even tell her that she wasn’t wet last night when she went to bed because it was gone, too. Cait was fully asleep at that point. Cait hugged Uncle Sean, and she whispered. “I wished I could sleep between my mommy and daddy sometimes. But I’m ten.” Sean frowned. “Are you serious, pet?” I looked up at him. “Am I being a baby?” “Not at all, child. I think I asked my dad to sleep in his room sometimes until I turned maybe thirteen. It’s natural, especially when you are uncertain or scared. I’m sorry I’m not your dad, but maybe we can just substitute, just this once?” “You’d do that?” “Let me ask your Auntie,” Uncle Sean patted my butt. “I have to make sure we don’t over step anything your Aunt has to explain first.” “Oh, I don’t want to make trouble. I can sleep in my own bed.” Uncle Sean patted my butt, and getting my bear, he walked us into the kitchen. “Eiboh? Cait’s feeling a little lonely tonight? I don’t suppose it would be difficult explaining to your cousin that she needed to sleep with us one night, would it?” “You think I care what that son of ….” she pauses as she notice my eyes were not quite closed. “I’ll explain it to Maire. She won’t mind. And well, she can explain how to be a father to her father if he doesn’t like it.” “See, sweetie? It’s not so scary just to ask. If Auntie didn’t want to deal with it, she’s just say no, and that’d be the end of it, but she said we could. So, come back to the living room since we are going to be in the same bed anyway. I’ll just hold you a little longer.” “I pee the bed, remember?” He patted her butt. “Now.” Cait seemed to breathe easily all night. Her arms and legs were nearly motionless. Her eyes stayed closed, and the darkness didn’t seep into the room at all. Out the window from where the three figures lie, an adult slender woman turned to her side, one hand over the middle and the heavier bigger form but shorter than the elegant slender taller one. It was on it’s back. And snuggled between them, a little shorter one clutched a bear in the crook of her arm, her thumb fully in her mouth, but her mouth hung open in a state of heavy breathing, and from there we soar up to the moon, and then riding its ray of light in all of its glory down into a moment of yesteryear. Cait was very little then, maybe five or six years old, maybe even smaller. She was sitting on a bench and had her thumb in her mouth looking around at all these big people in an office. It was the same elementary school she came out of fourth grade, for sure. She knew the offices well from going there all the time. Second grade… she heard something in the background. “That’s when Mr. Ivorson told Daddy that you purposefully that ‘but’ is a bad word and that you weren’t going to get in trouble for saying it when you were reading and got everyone laughing and acting crazy, be member? Some of the others starting saying the other word for butt that same week and then Daddy had to come and take you out of school for the day and you got in trouble for mixing up a word on purpose!” The dream faded. “I pee my pants, remember?” and Uncle Sean just said, “Now.” And around the house the night quiet sounds of nature soft and there in presence, but never intrusive, didn’t wake Cait until she felt the bed shifted and Uncle Sean was sitting up. “Hey pet,” he whispered as the more elegant form was still on her side, her hand still draped over the small girl that had been between then. “Dark outside,” Cait looked at the window and nodded. “Yeah. Going on four-thirty,” Uncle Sean smiled. “You coming back to bed?” “No. I need to start feeding animals so they have had breakfast before Auntie gets up. She’ll be up in about half an hour. If you want, you can watch TV.” “If you are already awake,” I copied Daddy. “You can get your lazy butt, I mean, I can get my lazy butt up and wash off the pissy sheets I mad.” “No,” Sean frowned. “Your Aunt is still sleeping, so you can’t do it if we wanted you to, and you are not going to spend the summer here in shame or working from the minute you wake. If you get up, you go the toilet if you want, and then you go to the living room until Auntie gets up to help you get a bath, pet. You can play down there or watch TV if you like.” “I can just watch TV? Just play? Just get up and not do nothing?” “Well, if you feel guilt, there is one thing you can do for me,” Uncle Sean says. “Yeah?” “Change your underwear even if you use or you don’t use the toilet before going downstairs. I don’t want you sitting in icky pee, darling.” “Wait, what? That’s it? How is that for you?” “Well, I have work with the animals and I need to keep my wits about me, and if I’m worried about you being in wet underwear and scared and uncomfortable, I might mess up.” “I don’t think you would….” “Please, don’t make me test that, Cait? Just change. It takes less than a few seconds, right? I’ll even change you if you need me to.” “I… I can do it. I just. You said do something for you!” “It is for me, Cait. I’ll worry if you don’t do it.” “Okay. I’ll do it. See?” and Cait slapped her feet across the room towards the door and out and towards her own room. She still didn’t understand how this was for Uncle Sean. He wasn’t wearing soaking wet undies, was he? And if he was, it was her fault. -- Cait came back to the hall, and as Uncle Sean was about to walk down the steps to the kitchen, Cait walked into the bathroom, swung the bathroom door wide open, and then went to the toilet and started to undress. “I’ll just get the door.” “No!” Cait called out sharply and then put her hands on her mouth. “What did I do?” Uncle Sean asked. “Nothing?” Cait whispered. “Cait? Talk to me. Do you like the door closed when you go pee?” “Not in the morning. I want you to see me do it. It means I good girl and didn’t lie that I peed my pants and took up time in the bathroom, but I peed my pants. It means you know I peed, otherwise, I can’t change my underwears.” Uncle Sean shook his head. “If it helps, you can leave it open, pet.” “You have to watch!” Uncle Sean shook his head. “I’ll watch because you are asking me to, but Cait? No one has to watch you to believe you told us you went to the toilet. Even if you are wet a few minutes later, which you shouldn’t be unless the problem is even worse than I already know it to be. But even if you are wet a minute later, if you tell your Aunt and me that you went to the toilet, sat on it, and went in the toilet, it doesn’t mean you lied if you are wet a few minutes later. It just means something else is wrong, little lass. And it’s not your fault.” “You have to watch. Please?” He stood there by the door and started talking about selling his cheese, milk, and other products in the fall. When she came out, he handed her the bear and then he picked her up, carried her down to the kitchen and gave her a glass of juice and told her to play in the living room. He left the television on a cartoon while she was playing. Chapter Twenty-three She Echoed Him “Sean is wrong,” the ghost was disrespectful and didn’t say Uncle. Cait glared at the ragged old pee stained skirt almost invisible thing standing across the room from her. “If you don’t show Daddy you peeing in the toilet, you’ll be told to show him your real puddle later—if your bedding’s not wet. Even Grainne has to prove to daddy that she pees in the morning.” “Yeah. I know.” Cait whispered. “But Daddy doesn’t have to check Grainne. That’s weird. Isn’t it?” “The old man is weird all over the place, but that doesn’t change that you better not accidentally get used to Kookaberry’s rules because even if Uncle Sean said you could take the bear, you know what would happen to it, right?” My heart felt like it had pins in it. “He wouldn’t be mine no more.” “Exactly.” “So… I have to keep following the rules so when I go back home, I didn’t forget them?” “You can try not to do the rules. But if you do, and then you make a really big mistake at home… Well, don’t say I didn’t warn you. And stop looking at me like that, Kookoo doll! It’s the truth.” “Don’t call Kookaberry Koo koo or I won’t talk to you know more.” “Fine. But explain to Kookaberry that we know Dad and he doesn’t. His rules don’t apply at our house even if he is Ajax all over this place, he isn’t the Ajax of our Misery.” “Ghost is right,” I sighed to Kookaberry. “If I take you with me, I don’t know what will happen to you for real, but I know you won’t be mine no more. I have to leave you, because I don’t want no one to tear you up.” “I’m still here while you are here, though,” Kookaberry said. “Maybe you can tell your Uncle what you are afraid of? He might tell your Daddy that I’m yours.” “That’s not going to make Daddy happy at all, and it will make you go away faster and maybe even go in the fire. I not going to say nothing to make Uncle Sean talk to Daddy because I know he would, but Uncle Sean’s hands don’t reach two states. It’s like a gazzillion seconds away, and he can’t stop anything Daddy does.” “I’m Sorry, Cait. You are right, though. No one is that fast except Santa Claus.” “Even Santa Claus knows better than to visit us,” Cait frowned at Kookaberry. “He once brought toothbrushes for us, but that’s the only kinds of things he has for us. Daddy gets mad if he brings anything else. We don’t deserve nothing else, specially me.” It was around five thirty when Auntie Eiboline came down the steps in a nightgown and saw Cait playing in just underwear and a shirt. “Cait, hon? Would you like to get some pants on and a better shirt? We need to go to the well again, if you want, pet.” “The well? Yay! I can bring Kookaberry!” “I think you should leave Kookaberry at the table, sweetheart. You’d be really sad if you dropped him in the well or you couldn’t find him for a long time because he got dropped in the fields. He’ll keep here for you when you get back.” “Oh. Okay.” “See?” the ghost whispered. “Even Auntie knows you’ll mess up and leave Kookaberry because you get thinking about other stuff all the time.” “That’s enough,” Kookuberry. “Auntie has no such thinking. I’ve always been tied to the house and the car. That’s where I stay. It’s not about Cait. It’s about people and where toys belong.” “How do you know where toys belong? I heard you were locked up for over twelve years!” “How do you know what human parents are like? You just get in the way of Cait all the time,” Kookaberry countered. “You have to visit other people to actually understand what all people are like, and even you have to agree that Cait’s dad isn’t the typical Daddy.” “Fine. Agreed. But you still haven’t seen other people either.” “I don’t have to. We are talking about Sean and Eiboline, right? And I have lived in this house for over 12 years. Those twelve plus the years that he existed, and I know what they are like more than you do.” “Fine.” The ghost seemed to just poof into smoke out of irritation. “Have you been to the bathroom this morning?” Auntie Eiboline asked. “You can come with me and see,” Cait said instead of telling something that the ghost would surely turn into Auntie thinking she was lying. “Actually, can you take me?” Eiboline smiled. “I can, if you want, Cait. But do you understand you can go on your own, too? You are allowed, little lass.” “I like it when you take me.” Cait said without telling her why. Eiboline nodded. “Alright. It’ll give me a chance to wash your face and make sure you put on some clothes that will keep you warmer in the earlier part of the morning.” “See? She doesn’t trust you to dress yourself either,” the ghost whispered into her ear. Cait strugged at the ghost. The ghost was on Daddy alert, and daddy wasn’t here right now, and she was simply tired of thinking about what Daddy said right then. The Ghost was ruining her time with Auntie-grandma, and she wasn’t going to allow it. “Auntie? Do you think that you could take me somewhere today? I mean, anywhere, if it’s not troubling to you?” “Where would you like to go, pet?” “Maybe where there are other kids?” “Well…, I suppose I could talk it over with Uncle Sean and make sure he would be needing the car. You see everything is so far from the house, and if he needs something for the animals or to finish the repairs out there, then he wouldn’t be able to get them without a car.” “I only meant if it’s not trouble.” “Well, we can ask him. How about when he comes in for breakfast, we could ask?” “Okay.” The walk to the well was just like the day before. “The water is already gone from both of the buckets?” Cait asked when she saw the yellow plastic pail inside the tin one in the mud room. “Well, of course, pet. We don’t bring back more than we can drink because that would require finding space to store it, and while you might be young, I’m getting a little old to be carrying more than I need.” “Oh, um… okay,” Cait didn’t want to think about Auntie Eiboline being old. She carried Cait sometimes and put her in her lap. If she was old, then lifting on Cait and holding her, and Uncle Sean carrying her… he couldn’t do that. But he hadn’t acted like he didn’t want to. As they started towards the Well again, and Cait’s hand went into her Aunt’s hand, a golden brown dog could eventually be found trailing far enough behind again to keep from being in Auntie’s way. “Would it cause trouble if I let Shadow drink from my pail?” Cait asked Auntie. “Suppose she could this once, but you’ll have to take no water the first time, and this evening, before dinner, you may need to come to the well again with me to make sure we have water tonight. And I’ll want you to wash it out good before morning. Promise me?” “I promise, Auntie Eiboline.” She smile. “Now.” And then she filled the bucket about half full, and the made sure Cait had it with both hands before sending her to the dog who waited feet away. “From both of us,” I whispered to Shadow. “You know it’s good water, right?” Shadow laid down until I was upon her, and then she started to drink from the bucket. I could feel the thank you from her body rubbing against me and making me happy. “Where do you sleep?” I asked her. She licked my hands and then drank more water. “Your body has stickers in it. Are you hurting?” I started to try to pull some of the owie burrs from her fur. “Auntie? Shadow has stickers all over her. Isn’t there an easier way to get them out? They hurt her.” “Now.” Auntie Eiboline smiled and nodded. “How about when we get back to the mud room, I’ll go in the kitchen for a moment to get some old things and you lead her to the mud room if she’ll follow you.” “If she doesn’t?” “We’ll figure it out, Cait. I’m sure Shadow wants those burrs out of her fur as much as you do.” “More even,” I frowned up at her. “They hurt.” The rest of the morning, the only thing that Cait wanted was to get the burrs off of Shadow, to wash the sheets she messed up in the night, and she vaccuumed and did all the normal things she figured that Grainne did everyday at Daddy’s farm minus helping Cait. As the sun reached the peak in the sky, Cait was in the living room playing with her woodland creatures town with Kookaberry running errands here and there helping all sorts of adventures if it was to save the Rabbit family Daddy from a cruel trap that hunters set to finding a way to help the Raccoon family food from the Cannery Goods Market, the place where people dumped perfectly good food for Raccoons, and then tried to make it hard for them to get. “Why do we cover the cans with lids? If the food is just going to spoil more, and the Raccoons and other animals don’t mind the food, how come people don’t put food in a place where they can get it?” Kookaberry spread out through all of the lands both the bedroom and the living room that as Ajax, he made a decree, that from now on, if people didn’t like their trash to be dumped, then they have to make a place for Raccoons to get what they want, and the Raccoons had to be responsible and dump what they don’t eat in a way that doesn’t get in the way of others. Cait whispered to herself. “That’s a good law.” Sean walked into the house and sat at the table, and Cait stood, grabbed her little Ajax Bear, and she walked over and sat in Uncle’s lap. “You know what Kookaberry did today?” she asked. “He told all the kingdoms even the shrine people on the dresser, that from now on, they have to make a Raccoon market, and he told the Raccoons in all three cities, the upper shrine city, the bed side town, and the front room town, that they have to get rid of anything they don’t want so it doesn’t make the other people mad in town. Isn’t that a good law?” Sean smiled at Aunt Eiboline with their own secrets about how that should work, but what he did with Cait, was he just lifted her and put her in his lap. “How has your morning been?” “Well, Ajax Kookaberry made a law, Shadow talked to me and I made her clean because she was sticky with a bunch of stickers from wild stuff outside, and then we cleaned up the house a little, and then you came in, and we’re going to have lunch.” “Bathroom?” “I went three times today. Oh, and can I go to the park? I asked Auntie only she said only if you don’t want the car because you have to use the car sometimes.” “I’d love to drive both you and Auntie to the park, pet. Can you wait until a couple of hours before dinner?” “Okay.” “How are the safe paths coming on?” Auntie asked Uncle Sean. “You know Cait is very excited to get to spend time with you and see some of the animals up close.” “I know. I promise, soon. The last winds weakened some fences I want to repair first against the wild foxes. If we don’t, they’ll be in at your hens. And come Wednesday, we may have another birth coming in the fields. We knew it would be soon.” “Oh, is old Ginny really ready to give birth then?” “I think she is. Cait would probably enjoy watching that.”
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