“The bath is my only joy,” my wife sang, soaking longer each day. When my jobless brother moved in, her baths grew even lengthier. I thought she sought solitude—until I found them entangled in the tub…
“The bath is my only joy,” my wife sang, soaking longer each day. When my jobless brother moved in, her baths grew even lengthier. I thought she sought solitude—until I found them entangled in the tub…