"Why are we setting for four?" Yardena whispered as Julian led her to the bathroom.
"My father's home."
Yardena closed the door and searched for soap. She couldn't find any. She decided to use the lotion with the pump dispenser (once she figured out how to use it) from the counter top beside the sink. The lotion foamed up. She washed her hands. Her stomach churned.
Julian was waiting for her when she opened the door.
"You forgot to flush," he said.
Yardena stepped back into the bathroom and flushed the clean toilet.
"Is your father a nice man?" she asked.
Julian shrugged.
"He's my father," he said.
They set the dining room table: china plates on woven rush placemats, smooth, old silverware with handles made to look like bamboo, (two forks to the left of the plate, knife, soup spoo
