showered raze after following him through alcoves and half-heard arguments, she stood on the other side of the curtain while he showered, working hard to make the water hot enough to hurt when it hit his skin but not so scalding that any lasting marks would be made. he aimed the perforated snout at his chest and hissed. in another room that belonged to a different house, she asked a man with swollen knuckles how to better express herself. he told her there was no point in saying anything to anyone. and she never spoke again. 241228 what's it to you? who go blather from