“It’s cold but not terrible,” I offer in review of the water temperature for bathing. We strip to our skivvies in turn for a refreshing rinse-off in the clear water.
We all know as an absolute truth that any one of us, including Jesse who isn’t here, would drop everything, give anything, to help another. Our affection exists within that inviolable bond rather than bear hugs and back slapping.
It is in that mode that we pretend to be appalled to share soap or stand too near another bathing. “Gross,” we moan.