Nope. Laura can't let herself get caught up the role. She zips the backpack shut and steps away. Just in time she learns, as the woman returns with the streaking toddler moments later.
Laura slips back out the way she came and starts heading back towards her brother's house. She stops to look longingly at the pool for a minute. Assuring herself she was making the responsible choice, she continues walking away.
The walk back was thankfully uneventful and Laura soon finds herself back at the house's front door. Laura goes to open the door, but the handle doesn't budge. Perfect. The door was locked and her keys were inside. Laura stomps her feet as she feels what must be a temper tantrum approaching.
Before her frustration overwhelms her, Laura plops down on the top step. She kicks her legs and sucks furiously on her pacifier.