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Bathtub full of water for a Sunday evening sauna/cold plunge combination that never happened, Sarah stands at the sink doing what she does. The new place reminds me of the rented houses of my childhood, the separate faucets for hot and cold. Lulu likes it, too. She's tightropes the edge of the tub, slips a little and sends ripples out under the rubber duck and her two children floating on their sides like the real life dead one we saw months ago. She's also taken once again to drinking out of the toilet, something she stopped doing when we moved upstairs at Woodlawn South--a sure sign that the stinky water there wasn't fit for a dog, much less Lu. |