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Authors: Allan Guthrie
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my girls? What've you been up to?"
They were on the settee, next to each other. Liz already looked better.
"I'm good," Effie said. "We watched a movie about this guy who stores the souls of dead people in a hotel in his brain."
"And I thought it was just me," Park said. "Any good?"
"I liked it. Thinking about going to bed now, though. Mum's tired."
"She had her medicine?"
"Yep."
"She say anything?"
"Dad, she never says anything."
"Don't give up hope, Eff."
"She's been farting a lot. In fact, it's time she had her pad changed." She turned to face Liz. "Eh, Mum? You a bit smelly?"
"I'll do it," Park said. "You and Martin get off to bed."
"You sure?"
"What, you think I can't change a nappy?" Park said. "Changed yours often enough. I'm a dab hand. Off you go."
"I don't mind."
"Go on," Park said. "Fuck off."
Once they'd gone he spent a couple of minutes trying to guess where Effie'd put the nappies. He knew they were somewhere, cause he remembered taking them from the Home.
No joy, so he went to ask her. He stood outside the bedroom door and listened. Martin was telling her about the cop and the puddle. Park knocked on the door.
Effie answered in a black dressing gown. She apologised. She'd stuck the nappies out of the way, on top of her wardrobe. She shouted to Martin to fetch them.
He brought them over, wearing a matching dressing gown, towel wrapped round his neck. He handed the nappies to Park.
"We'll need to get more tomorrow," Effie said.
"Don't we have enough?"
"Even if we take her to the toilet every couple of hours, there's no guarantee she won't have an accident between times. She can go through three or four a day."
"She can? That's a lot of nappies."
"Incontinence pads," Effie said.
"That's too many sylla-whatever-they're-calleds."
"Syllables? Try 'pads', then."
"What's wrong with nappies?"
"Babies wear nappies. Mum's not a baby."
That was Park told. "Oh, I'll need a nightie for her too."
Effie told him where to find it and suggested some wipes might come in handy to clean her with.
He said goodnight again, and eventually got all the gear gathered round him in the sitting room, and then tried to get Liz to lie down. She wasn't great at following new instructions. You could get her to walk easily enough by taking her hand and leading the way. She'd sit if you gave her a chair. She'd lie down if you pulled back the bed covers. But getting her to lie down on the floor proved to be a challenge.
Park lay down first, hoping a practical demonstration would help.
But she wouldn't look at him. The TV was still on, some chat show, volume low, but she wasn't looking at that either. She was staring straight ahead at nothing in particular.
Park got to his feet, wedged his hands under her arms and lifted her towards him. He balanced her easily with one hand, scooped her legs up with the other. Held her in his arms for a minute, then got down on one knee, then the other. Laid her down gently, like she was asleep and he didn't want to wake her.
She was wearing a skirt, zip at the side. Got that off okay, just tearing the fabric a bit before he realised he'd have to lift her bottom up for her. Course, that meant having to press against the nappy and risk squashing its contents. Not a good idea. So he figured out how to roll her onto her side, tug the skirt down, then roll her onto her other side, tug that down. Did that a few times and the skirt came off.
"Easy, sweetheart," he said.
The smell was much stronger now. Big difference between changing a baby's nappy and changing an adult's. Much meatier.
The nappy was baby blue. Had a thin green line running up the centre of it. He pulled the tabs apart and it opened.
"Ah, Jesus," he said, the stink getting up his nose. "Sorry, Liz, but that's rank."
He raised her legs, held them out of the way while he folded up the nappy.
Grabbed a wet wipe. Took two more to get her properly clean.
A rash dotted outwards towards her thighs. He gave that a wiped,
They were on the settee, next to each other. Liz already looked better.
"I'm good," Effie said. "We watched a movie about this guy who stores the souls of dead people in a hotel in his brain."
"And I thought it was just me," Park said. "Any good?"
"I liked it. Thinking about going to bed now, though. Mum's tired."
"She had her medicine?"
"Yep."
"She say anything?"
"Dad, she never says anything."
"Don't give up hope, Eff."
"She's been farting a lot. In fact, it's time she had her pad changed." She turned to face Liz. "Eh, Mum? You a bit smelly?"
"I'll do it," Park said. "You and Martin get off to bed."
"You sure?"
"What, you think I can't change a nappy?" Park said. "Changed yours often enough. I'm a dab hand. Off you go."
"I don't mind."
"Go on," Park said. "Fuck off."
Once they'd gone he spent a couple of minutes trying to guess where Effie'd put the nappies. He knew they were somewhere, cause he remembered taking them from the Home.
No joy, so he went to ask her. He stood outside the bedroom door and listened. Martin was telling her about the cop and the puddle. Park knocked on the door.
Effie answered in a black dressing gown. She apologised. She'd stuck the nappies out of the way, on top of her wardrobe. She shouted to Martin to fetch them.
He brought them over, wearing a matching dressing gown, towel wrapped round his neck. He handed the nappies to Park.
"We'll need to get more tomorrow," Effie said.
"Don't we have enough?"
"Even if we take her to the toilet every couple of hours, there's no guarantee she won't have an accident between times. She can go through three or four a day."
"She can? That's a lot of nappies."
"Incontinence pads," Effie said.
"That's too many sylla-whatever-they're-calleds."
"Syllables? Try 'pads', then."
"What's wrong with nappies?"
"Babies wear nappies. Mum's not a baby."
That was Park told. "Oh, I'll need a nightie for her too."
Effie told him where to find it and suggested some wipes might come in handy to clean her with.
He said goodnight again, and eventually got all the gear gathered round him in the sitting room, and then tried to get Liz to lie down. She wasn't great at following new instructions. You could get her to walk easily enough by taking her hand and leading the way. She'd sit if you gave her a chair. She'd lie down if you pulled back the bed covers. But getting her to lie down on the floor proved to be a challenge.
Park lay down first, hoping a practical demonstration would help.
But she wouldn't look at him. The TV was still on, some chat show, volume low, but she wasn't looking at that either. She was staring straight ahead at nothing in particular.
Park got to his feet, wedged his hands under her arms and lifted her towards him. He balanced her easily with one hand, scooped her legs up with the other. Held her in his arms for a minute, then got down on one knee, then the other. Laid her down gently, like she was asleep and he didn't want to wake her.
She was wearing a skirt, zip at the side. Got that off okay, just tearing the fabric a bit before he realised he'd have to lift her bottom up for her. Course, that meant having to press against the nappy and risk squashing its contents. Not a good idea. So he figured out how to roll her onto her side, tug the skirt down, then roll her onto her other side, tug that down. Did that a few times and the skirt came off.
"Easy, sweetheart," he said.
The smell was much stronger now. Big difference between changing a baby's nappy and changing an adult's. Much meatier.
The nappy was baby blue. Had a thin green line running up the centre of it. He pulled the tabs apart and it opened.
"Ah, Jesus," he said, the stink getting up his nose. "Sorry, Liz, but that's rank."
He raised her legs, held them out of the way while he folded up the nappy.
Grabbed a wet wipe. Took two more to get her properly clean.
A rash dotted outwards towards her thighs. He gave that a wiped,
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