Rey snorted. “Yeah. I can see the woman -- dressed like Madam Mummy -- escaping the hospital confines.”
“The water’s still hot,” Aunt Mat announced as she stepped from the bathroom, a large plush towel draped around her head and a thick fleecy bathrobe enwrapped around her lilac-scented body. She’d purchased the cranberry robe with matching spa slippers in a designer bed-and-bathroom shop across the street, and had bought me an ivy-green ensemble and Rey a watermelon-pink one. My cousin hopped to her feet and grabbed hers from the back of a wingchair in the corner.
Our aunt moved before a maple mini bar resembling a bisected globe, opened it, and surveyed the contents. “The wine selection is dubious, but the gin, vodka and blended Scotch are drinkable. Would anyone else care for an aperi
