Chapter 52
52 One look in the guard’s bathroom and I decide to change clothes out in the security control center. I mean, what is wrong with men? We’re in Asia. It’s a squat toilet, a pit in the concrete ground, lined with stained white porcelain tile, and they still can’t hit it. Noah’s house on the other end of the compound probably has gold-laced porcelain thrones. Fat as that bastard is, he probably has someone shake it for him after. I do wash my hands, though, with a pristine bar of cheap white soap from a tray over the steel sink. I desperately want a bath, even a sponge bath, just to sluice away the Pissed Off Widow pee, but we don’t have any time at all. I use my old clothes to wipe the worst of the cave dirt off of me before pulling on the gray-and-green long-sleeve cotton shirt and matc
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