Gertrude has orders

“Cynthia, you need to do exactly what I say or I’ll tell your mom that you’ve defecated and then she’ll never let you out of diapers,” Gertrude said.

Cynthia nodded. “W-what should I do?”

“I want you to run out of the car, and rip your diaper off. I want you to run around and make a big scene cursing out Margaret, insulting her. The lots.”

Cynthia’s eyes widened. “N-no… I can’t… I can’t do that…”

“Then I guess I’d better tell Margaret that you did more than wet your diaper,” Gertrude said.

Cynthia whimpered.