I close my eyes the better to feel its cool, tender touch. Whose hand? Whose touch? Ava’s? You don’t deserve that hand, Bunny, we’ve been over this. Father? Father has his own problems. Father is farther away than the sink. Mother? Never again but don’t go down that road. Jonah? Can’t drag poor Jonah into this, don’t deserve that hand either. One of the Bunnies? Maybe before but not anymore. Forget about whether you like them or hate them.
