"When you've disposed of your filthy clothes, step into the shower, and I'll send Fina and Trina to assist you in scrubbing off all the debris." He sniffed again.
"No, thank you, Zenny." I untied my shoelaces. "I can take care of myself. I don't need Fina and what was her name? Treeny."
"Trina, dear. And I think you should reconsider." He walked across my reflection to my left cheek, licked his thumb, and pretended to wipe off a dirt streak.
"Funny," I said, sarcastic.
He wrinkled his nose. "I'm not trying to be funny. Really, you're a mess."
"Fine, I get it. Now can you leave so I can shower in peace?"
"Humph," he snorted and walked to the edge of the mirror.
Before he was gone, I remembered my manners. "Thank you, Zenny."
He turned to me, his face ablaze with happiness. "Of cours
