The splashing of water in the bathroom caught my attention, and I noticed that the door was fairly ajar. Andre’s laughter echoed through the house once again, and I allowed myself the luxury of going over there, slowly. I hoped not to make the parquet creak so they wouldn’t hear me, and I got close enough to see a good portion of the bathtub. There was a lot of steam. I could make out solid, pale shapes in that white mist. The smell of shampoo and wet dog fur had mixed in the air into a new aroma and was more intense there, but it didn’t feel so unpleasant. It had a hint of wildflowers. I peeked just a little.
Alexander was inside the tub (it was hard for me to believe he fit in there whole, given the size of his body), his fur looked very white and pristine, thoroughly clean; while littl
