I asked if there was something I could do to help him. He glanced around for an orderly and then looked somewhat embarrassed.
“Well, in truth, Gabriella, I must use that.” He pointed to an odd porcelain object just under the corner of the cot. “I can’t manage it alone, not one handed and I need help.” Now it was his turn to blush.
Having no idea what the object was or what it was for, I set it on the bed beside him and said with all genuine naiveté, “I can help you if you like.”
He gave me a tight-lipped chuckle, blushing furiously. “Ah, no. I don’t think your father would approve, Señorita Deza. In fact, I’m quite sure I could be arrested.”
It was then I realized it was a bedpan and that he needed help undressing to use it! I nearly knocked him over in my…
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Historical Novels by Dellani Oakes 