Bath Time
A Green Gables story from Blushes 25 It is Sunday morning and it is Rachel’s bath-time. Since Rachel bathes every morning and every evening it always seems to be bath-time. Anyway, Rachel is in the bath. Well, no longer quite in it so much as standing calf-deep in the water whilst Mr Collins dabbles about in the fragrant bubbles trying to find the soap. Her cheeks a pretty embarrassment-pink, Rachel looks down warily at the top of Mr Collins’ head, which has a pale bald spot at the crown, lifting one foot then the other, trying to be helpful and even feeling about with her toes for the vagrant tablet of Palmolive, which as Mr Collins has muttered several times, she should not have dropped in the first place. Mr Collins straightens up; one of his rolled-up sleeves is no longer rolled-up, and the cuff has draggled in the bathwater and drips onto his shoes. His dog collar has lost its starched crispness from being steamed over th