It flows with shed cocoons and cicada husks and grasshopper legs. I feel ashamed to be neither old nor young. We tiptoe down the spiral staircase. I take a look at the bath and the sink area. I turn on the faucet with the red mark.
Rusty water gushes out full blast.
Like the plumbing in a science lab at school. I take a deep breath. Then I recall something I used to argue about. She looks at me. She pushes up her glasses with her index finger.