Christopher went after her and noticed her entering the restroom. He also followed her, not caring about the other ladies inside. He didn't care about their weird looks at him. All he wanted to know was whether or not his wife was in discomfort.
"What is going on?" he asked, preventing her from closing the door to her cubicle.
Abigail glared at him and hissed, "Don't you know anything? Get out and bring some pads or tampons for me."
She pushed him away and closed the door in his face.
Christopher stepped back in a reverie, the words "pads or tampons" replaying in his head. He had never had a chance to buy this stuff. He even didn't know what was the difference between them. Furthermore, he wasn't sure if she needed both or if one would suffice.
He, however, walked out slowly.
Christopher drove to a nearby convenience store. He dazedly looked around as he walked in and then saw stacks of sanitary pads and tampons on the shelves. He had no idea which one was good.
