Storm: Phantom Islanders Part I by Ednah Walters

Author:Ednah Walters [Walters, Ednah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Firetrail Publishing
Published: 2017-04-24T18:30:00+00:00

CHAPTER 7

More rain, thunder, and lightning greeted me the next day. The pounding in my head only made things worse. I sat up and moaned.

Stupid rum.

I crawled out of bed and was halfway across the room when I realized I was wearing the nightgown Delia had left on the bed and nothing under it. Who had removed my clothes? Surely, not Storm. God, I hoped it wasn’t him.

I pushed open the wardrobe. I needed to pee so badly and pressed my thighs together. Waddling like a penguin, I searched for a toilet. If I had to squat over a bucket, I was going to scream. Since these people dressed like they were from medieval times, chances that they had a real toilet were slim to none.

Then I saw another door. Praying it led to a toilet, I pushed it. The room had a wide, triangular box and in the middle of the box was a copper lid. On the left side was a basket with pieces of leftover fabric one would collect from a seamstress’s shop, and on the right was a pitcher of water. I wasn’t sure what the cloths were for, but I’d read that a lot of people in other cultures used water to clean up after using a toilet.

I lifted the lid and peered inside. Nothing but darkness. Did it lead to the canal running through the island? Hygiene hadn’t been a priority in medieval times. On the other hand, Storm and his friends crossed over to our world often and we had indoor plumbing.

Instead of worrying about sewer and indoor plumbing, I sat and peed, then selected a piece of cloth and dabbed before using some of the water in the pitcher to rinse my hands.

Bumps came from the living room, making my roaring headache worse. I recognized Delia’s voice. I barely closed the toilet door when the other door opened without a knock.

Great. Zero privacy.

“Oh there you are, lass.” Delia held the door, and three women entered with buckets of hot water, which they poured into the tub. There were rose petals in the water. The women smiled tentatively at me and filed out again.

“You can eat breakfast while they fill up the tub,” Delia said.

“What’s the faucet and pump for?” I asked, pointing.

“Cold water pumped from the canal. The lasses will pump some after they bring enough hot water. I’ll have someone bring you a scented, soft soap. It is perfect for delicate skin like yours and has healing properties. Our soap makers add oils from seeds, herbs, and flowers. The robe for drying is there.” She pointed to one on a peg. “Clothes are hanging on the screen.” Most of the clothes she’d brought last night were draped on the stuffed chair by the screen.

I followed her into my bedroom. There was bread, meat smothered in the same nasty sauce as last night, and a bowl of what looked like oatmeal. I hated oatmeal.

“Last night when I came back to check on you, you were fast asleep.

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