Still too far from home for comfort, Lisa watches in horror as her mother pulls into a drug store parking lot.
"Mom can we please just go home?" Cries Lisa.
"Sorry honey, but if you are bleeding down there we need to get you some pads."
Lisa and her mother head inside while her mother explains in detail everything that comes periods. Mortified at the public lesson, Lisa finds herself unable to do anything but stare at the ground and follow quietly along.
Her mother pays no mind and continues talking, "So you see Lisa you have nothing to be embarrassed about because...because plenty of girls your age wet the bed."
Lisa's eyes go wide at the sudden change in subject. She must be too young to even be having her first period now, so her mom now believes she's a bed wetter. Well at least hopefully she only believes that, Lisa suddenly finds herself blanking on whether she ever had such a problem.
Regardless, the situation is growing increasingly dire and meanehile Lisa's mom seems content to compare prices on bed wetting "underwear". The experience is enough to make Lisa want to ran screaming out of the store, but realizing the fruitlessness of that idea forces Lisa to remain where she is.
Once her mother decides on a package and two two make their way back to the car, Lisa is hardly surprised to find a booster seat waiting for her. Stomach turning Lisa can only hope this was the last stop before home.