The Cold Light of Morning

In the lantern light, Myka watched as HG undressed down to her singlet and underpants before sitting at the folding desk, wiping at her skin with a cloth she dipped into a bowl - and it struck Myka that this was the type of bathing HG had been used to, that HG had come from a home in which plumbing was uncommon and wiping down more frequent than bathing.