Attie turned on the faucet. “Why don’t you shower while I go and find—” “Shower?” Iris demanded. “Why would I shower at a time like this?” “Because you’ve been running up and down a hill all day and cutting up carrots and parsnips and onions and your jumpsuit smells like lorry exhaust,” Attie said. “Trust me, Iris. Use the fresh shampoo there, in that tin.”
Ha!
