Chapter Five
Mrs. Henrietta Anderson
Winnie offers a comfortable chair and a glass of Chablis. I sit in the bathroom and watch as Sunny, well restrained by various grommets, kneels in the tub. Thankfully in the few minutes it required for me to purchase the buttermilk and return, Winnie has the offending excrement washed away. Thus the tub fills and a soothing hot bath will follow.
I am reminded of the pleasing days at Hartwood when I would linger in the infirmary, watching Theresa indoctrinate the new girls. Stripped naked the otherwise troublesome young vixens were brought down a notch or two. If pediculosis was detected, she’d shave the entire lot, everywhere, head included just as with Sunny. The bearer of the lice would be shorn plus, and as an added precaution, whomever rode in on
