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Chapter 22
«Allright—theywasn’tnobear,"shesaidsarcastically.«An’theyain’tnowhitethingsmadeoutadish-stuff,likeinthecatalogues.»
Winfieldregardedhergravely.Hepointedtothesanitaryunit.«Inthere?»heasked.
«I’madirtyliar,"Ruthiesaid.«Itain’tgonnadomenogoodtotellstufftoyou.»
«Le’sgolook,"Winfieldsaid.
«Ialreadybeen,"Ruthiesaid.«Ialreadyseton’em.Ievenpee’dinone.»
«Youneverneither,"saidWinfield.
Theywenttotheunitbuilding,andthattimeRuthiewasnotafraid.Boldlysheledthewayintothebuilding.Thetoiletslinedonesideofthelargeroom,andeachtoilethaditscompartmentwithadoorinfrontofit.Theporcelainwasgleamingwhite.Handbasinslinedanotherwall,whileonthethirdwallwerefourshowercompartments.
«There,"saidRuthie.«Them’sthetoilets.Iseen’eminthecatalogue.»Thechildrendrewneartooneofthetoilets.Ruthie,inaburstofbravado,boostedherskirtandsatdown.«Itol’youIbeenhere,"shesaid.Andtoproveit,therewasatinkleofwaterinthebowl.
Winfieldwasembarrassed.Hishandtwistedtheflushinglever.Therewasaroarofwater,Ruthieleapedintotheairandjumpedaway.SheandWinfieldstoodinthemiddleoftheroomandlookedatthetoilet.Thehissofwatercontinuedinit.
«Youdoneit,"Ruthiesaid.«Youwentan’brokeit.Iseenyou.»
«Inever.HonestInever.»
«Iseenyou,"Ruthiesaid.«Youjus’ain’ttobetrustedwithnonicestuff.»
Winfieldsunkhischin.
