He had agreed to bathe a woman with a severe disability for money, and while washing that deformed physique—a body he would rather not even have set eyes on—he must have felt as though he were polishing a heap of gold coins. Or maybe it went further than that—maybe he saw me, living as I was off the inheritance from my parents, as a pile of money that I hadn’t rightfully earned. Yet it was money that he couldn’t access.
