Yes, I think I felt like her words would leave dark streaks on the tiled walls, send raw sewage flowing back up the shower drain; something I’d been afraid of for weeks, a looming disaster that had been lurking in acai berries and meditation apps all this time, but that I’d managed to keep at bay with feigned indifference: Baby, stop, I thought now that the two of us were sitting on the cold bathroom floor. Just stop, please.
