The tub room

(1994 May)

The pace around here is what you might call slow. Slow and steady. The day starts with a girl knocking at my door, saying, "Good morning, Polly." I think some rooms have showers but mine does not. Wednesday nights I am collected by a matron and taken to The Tub Room, luckily across the hall from my room. Here I step out of my blue robe and into black slippers and shower cap in case of a slip, and into a tub with lots of water nice and warm. D does the back and I do the front, and soon I am back in bed reading.