She needs to get out of here! Xxnx I can’t explain it.”
Michael looks at her gravely. For what feels like an eternity, they lie there as copious amounts of wax are poured over their bodies. I love you, Michael. She had stared at the pages for hours. It resembles an ancient bath, featuring an oval, multi-level basin. Alone, I couldn’t have borne it. Too much, way too much, Johanna thinks, is he that dense? Johanna feels blissful. She feels different since her visit to the ancient bath; she feels like part of a family. Johanna watches them leave, her fingers trailing over her lips. Michael has given her no tasks, made no demands; she can simply be here. “Or perhaps you own one yourself?”
Johanna’s heart pounds in her throat, though she doesn’t know why. How long have you been standing here?
