The Curse of the Universe [A Quick One][Archive] (Patreon)

And, of course, it was at that moment, the bedroom door opened.  Because of course that’s when the bedroom door was going to open.  If there was one thing that could be counted on, it was that the universe would wait until your absolute worst moment and then have the door open so that someone could walk in on you.

It was Mrs. Tennet, along with her friends Ms. Carver and Miss Alexander, with Ms. Carver’s lovely teenage daughter, Valerie, coming home early from what should have been a full day of shopping - if it hadn’t been cut short by Miss Alexander’s stomach bug.

And so there he was, Mrs. Tennet’s 19 year old son Adam, lying on the living room rug on his back, clad in only a large oversized diaper; his legs kicked up in the air, a pacifier planted in his mouth.

“Maybe we should go,” suggested Ms. Carver.

“On the contrary,” Mrs. Tennet said with a shrug that suggested she was willing to make lemonade from these bizarrely infantile lemons she had been given.  “Don’t you want to play with the baby?”