16. MARTIGAN
Martigan’s bathtub was huge and steaming. He ran a hand along the porcelain wall, just to see how wide it was. He sighed, pleased, and rolled back, sinking, hippopotamus-like, under the water, only his nose and eyes above the water level.
His chest felt odd, warmer than the rest, even though the bath was very hot. Glancing down, he saw a disk of sunlight planted on his hairy ribcage. He had always been thin, but now he looked positively emaciated, and that made him shudder just a little bit. Why wasn’t he eating?
Glancing up, he saw only ceiling, with no window or hole to let the sunlight in. The ceiling of his bathroom back in Cape Town, in fact, and he realized that the tub was his childhood tub. That tub had never been this big, although he had been smaller back
