Chapter 31 Shower

• She stood in the shower, leaning forward, hands pressing against the front wall, providing much needed support. Her eyes closed, the showerhead directed at the top of her head, hot water cascading down over her body. She hated mornings; she hated everything about them. Everyone that knew her avoided meaningful interaction with her until after 9:00 am, and those that did not obey this rule suffered a fate worse than death.
• She heard the shuffle of the shower curtain and felt the presence of someone behind her. "Good morning," he said.
• "Morning," she replied, the word basically falling out of her mouth, and no there was not anything good about it. "What are you doing?" she said. There was no reply. She sensed him moving closer. "It is not going to work," she spit out, hoping to scare him away.