"Wow," she said. "That's sure generous, that you'd do all that for me..." "For us, Marcie. I'll get a bath after you. And tomorrow I'll stop at the coin laundry and wash up the dirty clothes. I'll take any of yours you'd like me to. Just because you haven't been feeling too good..." She shifted from foot to foot, chewing on her lower lip. "What's the matter? You don't want a bath?" "I'd die for a bath," she said. "It's just that...I couldn't help but notice, there doesn't seem to be a separate room with a door that closes... And I also noticed that doesn't seem to bother you too much." The corners of his lips lifted. "I'll load the truck with tomorrow's wood while you have your bath," he finally said. She thought about this for a second. "And I could sit in my car during your bath?" she suggested. "I don't think so--your car is almost an igloo now. Just a little white mound. Not to mention mountain lions." "Well, what am I supposed to do?" "Well, you can take a nap, read a little of my book, or close your eyes. Or you could stare--get the thrill of your life." She put her hands on her hips. "You really wouldn't care, would you?" "Not really. A bath is a serious business when it's that much trouble. And it's pretty quick in winter." He started to chuckle. "What's so funny?" she asked, a little irritated. "I was just thinking. It's cold enough in here, you might not see that much." Her cheeks went hot, so she pretended not to understand. "But in summer, you can lay in the tub all afternoon?" "In summer, I wash in the creek." He grinned at her. "Why don't you comb the snarls out of your hair? You look like a wild banshee." She stared at him a minute, then said, "Don't flirt with me. It won't do you any good." Then she coughed for him, a long string of deep croaks that reminded them both she had had a good, solid flu. Also, it covered what happened to be amused laughter from him. While"