Ironically, it was Libby, the only incontinent among them, who did not wake up with a wet bed. Sleeping so close to the wall had spared her. And though she saw enough in the situation to produce a slight giggle, she dared not say an unkind word to anyone.
Andy sought out his mother to tell her what happened.
“You’re kidding,” she said.
“I wish,” he answered.
Shaking her head, she acted decisively, stripping the wet sheets off the bed and gathering them up to toss in the washer.
“I’ll do a load of pants and underwear next,” she said. “You can take turns showering in the meantime.”
“What are we supposed to wear while our clothes are getting washed?” Tony asked.