Battle Scars Ch 03
4. Ann squirted my body wash out onto the blue squishy, using her thumb to tell when there was enough on it. She stuck her hand out for me to take the bottle, and after I did, I leaned past her to put it on one of the rock shelves built into the shower. I brushed against her head as I leaned, and she jumped a little. ‘Sorry,’ she said. ‘you surprised me. I can’t hear you move over the noise from the water.’ ‘Then I guess I’ll have to keep in constant contact with you, so you don’t forget I’m...