The woman, Sarah, met him at the door in a dressing gown, holding a plunger like a sword she didn’t know how to wield.
On the other end, a woman’s voice—tight, embarrassed, and desperate—whispered, “I think it’s… biblical.”
The toilet was clear.
The woman, Sarah, met him at the door in a dressing gown, holding a plunger like a sword she didn’t know how to wield.
On the other end, a woman’s voice—tight, embarrassed, and desperate—whispered, “I think it’s… biblical.”
The toilet was clear.