Sunday, October 19, 2008
Lucy was predisposed to taking a bath less often than either Harold or her mother would have liked. Unless she was physically marched to the bathroom by her ear (as Harold had once done, then guarded the door until she emerged pink and shining) she would leave taking a bath until it was too late before bedtime, promise to bathe in the morning and then ‘forget’.
Why should she bathe anyway? She knew where she’d been.
Unfortunately, so did Felicia. Lucy’s werewolf Aunt could have made life awful for her, but chose not to except upon very rare occasions, like today.
“Lucy needs a bath,” she said, wrinkling her nose. “She’s been digging in the cemetery again.”
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