“Do you happen to remember Roger telling me he’d been visiting up there and talked to her and she told him that when she, er, visited the privy, her…womb…fell out into her hand?” He looked up at me, startled. Then his eyes returned to the thing in my hand. “It’s, um, called a pessary. If you insert it into the—” “Stop right there, Sassenach.” He took a deep breath and blew it out slowly, lips pursed. “It’s really beautiful,” I assured him. “And it will be perfect. It’s just—I thought—maybe having your mark on it would make her feel…self-conscious?” It had also occurred to me that Auld Mam,
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