He half smiled, knelt down, pulled the blanket back and felt the sheet around me.
“Sarò bene,” he said, which translated as “Well I’ll be,” and then in English he added, “it did work! That’s terrific!”
When he nudged my chin with his finger I realized that I was sitting there staring at him with my mouth hanging open.
“What do you think of that?” He asked as though he were testing the waters with me to see how I felt about it. When I didn’t do or say anything he then asked in Italian, “Are you going to need help getting out of it?”
I didn’t think much about it at the time, but I think he was speaking in Italian because he was trying to keep this between us… I mean if any stray ears were within hearing range.