Tara Lombardi's laughter rang out. It was shrill and piercing. Mario looked at the growing stain on the floor, wrinkled his nose and scoffed, "Ugh. It stinks."
Lilith, who was standing behind Mario while holding Tara in her arms, crunched up her face in disgust and asked, "What’s wrong with your wife? Peeing herself in front of everyone? How can anyone live here now? It's so filthy."
The three of them stared at me from top to bottom like I was an animal in a zoo. Their mocking, sneering and belittling in their eyes stifled my breath.
"Daddy, hurry! Drag Auntie to the bathroom! She’s still peeing!" urged Tara.
Mario must have found the situation embarrassing too because, in a flash, he rushed over and grabbed me.
As he dragged me, my stomach slammed into the corner of a table. A sharp pain shot through me and I gasped and cried out, "Mario. It hurts!"
He ignored me and shoved me into the bathroom. I instinctively reached for the door handle, but he slammed it shut and held it down.
"Did giving birth make you forget how to use the toilet?" he asked. "Then stay in there and relearn it!"