I’m clean. I was clean five minutes ago. I scrubbed every inch of skin, washed my hair twice. Now I stand as the water streams over my body. The shower curtain is clear plastic. On the other side, standing before the mirror, Henry shoots the dope into his arm. I can’t see him with any clarity. All I see is the shape of his body, the minimal movements of his arms. He told me to stay in the shower until he was finished. Can’t stand being watched, he said. This is private, he said. You don...
