…Becky could only stand there in dejected resignation, cursing fate, in general, and bedwetting and a too-strict Stepmother in particular, one whose penchant for humiliating ‘diaper-punishment’ had now been compounded by an incredibly embarrassing and all-too-public little ‘wrinkle’, because, like it or not, she knew,  the front and back doors of the house where she lived, weren’t going to ‘magically’ unlock themselves any time soon…

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