“Joan, stop.” Theresa pleaded. “This is not a big deal. These things happen. Bobby hasn’t been here in a while. Maybe he is just disoriented. Also, he might be stressed because of the lost luggage. I’m sure this is just nerves.”
While Theresa was talking, Joan’s hand moved across the sodden sheet. She could hear the vinyl protection underneath.
“Why is the waterproof sheet still on the bed, Theresa? Did you know he was going to wet the bed?” Joan accused. “You knew it didn’t you?”
“What, how…no…uh, well” Theresa began to stammer.
“You said you would remove the vinyl sheet yesterday, why didn’t you do that?”