Mama Rose swept Crash up and refused to be parted from him—at least until the smell from his diaper indicated that he was in need of a changing. Vanessa was fine with her spoiling him. She was tired and right after dinner she fell asleep in one of the twin beds in Charisma's old bedroom and didn't open her eyes again until the crack of dawn.
Feeling bad for ditching her son, she crept into Charisma's mom and Dad's room where she found Crash sprawled out in the middle of the bed between them. He had taken up so much of the room that the two adults were practically hanging off the edge.
Her poor son was marked for life. Because of the bar that he had to wear even while sleeping, he had no choice but to sleep with his legs splayed out and of course he naturally did the same with his arms until he lay with his limbs pointing to each corner of a bed. Poor Mr. And Mrs. Johnson.