“You sure?”
“Yeah.” Baily got to his feet. “I’m just gonna hit the shower. The heat will help.”
“Okay.” Del was still dabbing. “I…I think I got most of it.”
“Thanks.”
“If you need any help, just holler.”
“From the shower?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay.”
“I’ll clean up here, while you clean up yourself.”
“That’s not fair. We…we can do it together.” Baily rolled his eyes after Del’s got as wide as mine. “The kitchen, I mean. When I’m done. I helped make this mess, too.”
“And I helped make that one.” Del reached out with the dishtowel again but stopped short. “But you can probably manage on your own.”
“Yeah. Yeah.” At the stairs, “I’ll let you know if I can’t,” Baily said.
They were stalling worse than I did the few times I’d needed a bath.
“Okay.”
“Okay.”
Go, already!