“I must have knocked the liquid hand soap when I toppled over, and it was the frothy kind. So I’d woken up in a sea of bubbles, with a loofah bumping me in the nose, and a sink cascading over everything like a miniature Niagara. And an imminent flood, because I’d had my butt on the drain. I got up, turned off the water, and started shooing the tide toward the exit. But that was only somewhat helpful, since it left me with soap scale all along the walls, like a high water mark. It took ev...ery towel I had to scrub it off and to soak up the rest of the overflow. Except for the one I appropriated for me, because my old one was as drenched as everything else in here. The boys would have told me to leave it for housekeeping, but we gave them enough trouble as it was. And cleaning gave me a chance to work off some energy. And right now, I had a lot of it. Because I was pissed. Which was both infuriating and seriously confusing, because I didn’t know why.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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