It took me the better part of an hour to make the room stop smelling and looking like the abode of a mad person. But it was worth it because the place was back to its former shining, neat glory.
My bones were tired and weary from the hard day's work.
"Are you done?" He was very drunk by now. Or possibly on his way to being successfully inebriated.
"Yes. But I need to take my bath, please. I'm sweaty and icky." If there was a reason he wanted me to sit with him, it would not be in this sweaty state.
I needed to feel refreshed too. I had helped him sort out his night bath and the rest of his nightly routine. I deserved to do the same to myself too.
He shrugged and looked away from me. The first small bottle from his drawer was now lying empty on the floor close to his bedside. He had r
