In the past, Grace always cleaned herself up at home before meeting him. Once they were together, it was straight to the point. Afterward, she'd casually shower in the hotel's bathroom, then head home.
Sometimes, though, the hotel's bathtub was too dirty for her taste. Even with a disposable liner, she didn't have the time or the desire to deal with it.
John always joked that after their time together, she would rush out as if something were chasing her.
Her apartment was small—too small for a bathtub. She had tried to install a separate wet and dry area, but space was tight. The idea of a bathtub had been shelved long ago.
The apartment, bought with her own money, had cost a fortune. The housing prices in this city were some of the highest in the country. Land was worth its weight in gold.
Besides her work at the kindergarten, Grace picked up side jobs to make ends meet.
