Chapter 32

• MATILDA
• The dabs of water delicately stroked my skin as dissipation rubbed each strained muscle. I didn't know how long I remained here with my back squeezed against the marble wall. All I knew was that my fingertips were starting to wrinkle and my tears had at last halted.
• Charles' words continued to rehash the same thing to me again and again. There was generally this voice in my sub-conscience that Charles just repeated. Presently, the voice was intensified, setting off my repetitive gloom.