It was the first time Violet had heard any laughter in the ICU room they had Carl in. And it was her own.
"He trailed a stream of urine all around the condo," Elliott told her, laughing.
It was a few days later and the prognosis was good for Carl. His brain swelling was going down as expected- even faster than- and Elliott and Violet spent many hours in the ICU chatting. He was currently telling her how his son, Jace, had liked to toddle around the condo as a baby after taking off his diaper. It made for a messy situation all around.
"Did he ever do number two when he had taken off his diaper?" Violet asked with a snicker.
"No, thank God," Elliott said with a barely concealed shudder. "We may have burned the whole place down then. At least with urine we just had to hire a good carpet c
