August 10, 2015

“The man insisted on watching me bathe. He pulled a dining room chair up the stairs and set it in front of the tub. He would not let me close the curtains around myself. I stripped as he watched, then bent over to turn on the water. The man leaned past me and held his wrists under the stream. He adjusted the faucet accordingly. The water could not be too hot in case it boiled the children inside me. The water could not be too cold because then I might risk hypothermia. When the water was to the man’s liking, he sat back in his chair and gestured for me to continue.”

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