Thirty

When my eyes open again, I find myself in a bathtub and although my eyes are kind of blur, I can hear the voices of both Rebecca and Judith and hands all over my body, washing and scrubbing me. Fear rises in me, not for being naked or being washed, but for what I might have done subconsciously. My body shakes violently and I struggle to get out of the tub even when I see nothing.

“Mr Hilton, please stay still. We are almost through with bathing you.” I Judith’s voice comes up to say as she fetches a bowl of warm water and pours it onto my head without warning me and I gasp out taking deep breaths and almost choking.

“Queste persone vogliono uccidermi (These people want to kill me),” I mumble out.

I wipe my face open quickly to ask, “Where’s Vary?”

“Mrs Hilton said she had a meeting with the board and we should bathe you and help you sober up,” Rebecca explains, taking t