12Warm water jetted against my bare back, massaging away fatigue. I’d used white citrus shampoo and conditioner on my hair and white citrus shower gel on my skin. The steamy air above the Jacuzzi caressed my face with lemony dew and I felt the cells in my body plumping up with moisture.
I’d showered in Dhaka on Thursday morning. I’d crossed thirteen time zones since. This foamy soak in a bubbling tub was long overdue. My skin tingled with pleasure.
Humming, I climbed out and dried off with a thick white towel. I unfolded the last fresh one to dry my hair.
The two hanging on the towel bar were damp. The law-abiding regular occupant of this room had obeyed the countertop placard’s injunction to Reuse Linens and Save Water.
I hung my towels from hooks on the back of the door and opened th
