As they passed by, I couldsmell the odor of a used diaper just as Ivy put a fork up to my mouth. Iwrinkled my nose from the smell mixing with the fork...ul, but took thebite, glad they passed by quickly. Luckily the pasta still tasted okay,and I took my turn eating even as Ivy tried to engage me to smile or talkor something.I wasn't very talkative though, instead I stared at the sight severaltables over where the poopy little was sat in a high chair. "Aren't yougoing to change her Mommy?" the. It had been induced to limit the swelling and the damage to her brain. It would be several days, at least before they would attempt to bring her to a conscious state. The word "attempt" did not escape me. The doctor promised us nothing except that she, and the rest of her team, had done everything possible for Liz and they would continue to do their best.The kids were crying and I was unable to staunch the flow of tears running down my cheeks. My dad, who always had a comment for every. She was 5’8”tall 120 lbs light brown hair with a golden red tint to it. Her long hair most times in a pony tail hanging to her the middle of her back. She was very athletically fit. Her success in track only stopped by her ample chest. By age 18 she had D cups breasts and no matter how she strapped them down she knew they had cost her, her Olympic dreams. Now a year later they were a bit bigger full DD cups. Bethany was afraid of what they would grow to if she ever had children. Her mom had. ”“Well, yeah, but Marie is a miserable bitch. She never even says Hello and we’ve been in there pretty much every day since—”“So? Be honest, could you put on a fake smile and be nice to strangers after everything she’s been through?”“Paul! You don’t even know what she’s been through.”I shrugged again. “Whatever it was, it made her fail her exams.”“Or maybe she just didn’t study hard enough, did you think of that?”“Jak said—”“Jak’s her mother. She’s biased. If she was such a model pupil who just.