bathroom door. The glass enclosing the tiled shower was opaque except
where drops of water clung to it and traced outlines as they rolled
Joanna took the bar of soap and knelt in front of Robin. A shy smile
illuminated her face. "Let me wash you first,"
Hiroko Sato said.
Carefully Joanna soaped the tops and sides of Robin's feet. Then one at
a time
Hiroko Sato took them into her hands and tenderly washed between the toes
and the soles. Solemnly
Hiroko Sato started on Robin's legs, working the soap
into a rich lather. First the left, then the right. Joanna admired
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