Get out of there switie, mom and her friends want to use it

Just as Sarah was finishing up, a commotion at the entrance of the room caught her attention. A group of women, chatting and laughing, walked into the room, their eyes scanning the space as if searching for someone. Sarah's heart skipped a beat as she saw her mother, her friends Emily and Rachel, and a few other women from their community, all of whom looked just as bewildered as she felt.

Her mother's eyes landed on her, and a look of concern crossed her face as she took in the scene before her. Sarah, still perched on the litter box, felt a wave of mortification wash over her.

Sarah's eyes met her mother's, and for a moment, they just stared at each other, the only sound the gentle hum of conversation and the occasional clinking of litter being scooped. Sarah's face burned with embarrassment as she slowly stood up, her legs still shaking slightly. She smoothed out her skirt, trying to compose herself, but her eyes never left her mother's.

The woman who had been speaking to her earlier gestured towards the litter box, her voice firm but polite. "Get out of there, sweetie. Your mom and her friends want to use it." Sarah's face grew even hotter as she quickly stepped aside, trying not to make eye contact with anyone.