“Ooh, look—it’s a penis!” She holds up the molded white-and-pink-striped bath bomb then drops it. The water fizzes pink as the penis shrivels up and dissolves, fizzing wildly. I stare. “That’s not disturbing.” “I’m a witch, mwa-ha-ha!” She laughs, kicking her feet in the pink water, flicking some of it on me. I’m in love with her. The realization is a punch in the chest. I need to get out before I propose marriage.
