8 Chapter 8

I wonder if my host has a lover. He felt a stab of jealousy so sharp it almost sent him reeling. Where did that come from? Another door revealed the cordoned off commode with a bidet. Mr. La Marche certainly knows how to live.

Sean emptied his bladder and found a white robe in what looked to be his size hanging on a hook. The room was a little chilly, so he put it on. Some fresh towels were draped on a towel warmer bracketed into the wall. He wondered if he could take a shower, he felt so cruddy after living on the streets for two months and taking showers at the Y.

A soft knock sounded outside the bathroom door. Opening the door he found his host on the other side.

“I see you found the facilities.” Sean wrapped the robe tighter around his torso. “Let’s get you into the tub. I’ll wash your hair. Dr. Artis left waterproof bandages so that your wounds won’t get wet.”

“I need my clothes. There is fresh clothing in my backpack, but it’s behind the Dumpster.”