Liz

Oh, that kind.

Through my duvet cover.

We're soaked.

Poor grandma.

I get a spare pair of pants, a spare pair of underwear, help my grandma and my grandpa get to the bathroom to resolve it.

But now I have to deal with the fact that my 800 square foot apartment with eight people still trying to eat dinner smells like human shit.

I'm opening windows.

I'm putting on fans.

I'm lighting candles.

I am stripping the bed as quickly as my little legs can carry me because I don't want this to soak into the mattress.

But the in-unit washer and dryer...

is in the living room.

So I am then pulling these sheets out into the living room and trying to stuff them into the washer and dryer as fast as I can, keep the smell out of here.

That would have been a great idea.

We were living downtown and we had one very small patio.

which I would have had to walk through everybody to get to.

Our options were limited.

So I've got the door to my bedroom shut, as many windows open as possible.

Everybody kind of starts to trickle out.

We pack up leftovers for our friends.