Belarus was relieved to hear that she could use Russia’s shower while hers was being repaired. That relief would soon turn into horror.
Russia stood in the bathroom doorway as Belarus examined the shower faucets with scrutiny. Every shower was a different mystifying puzzle that caused inner anguish; how do I turn it on, how do I work temperature, what do I do if it’s too hot or too cold and you’re downstairs and can’t hear my screams?
Russia said, “You know where everything is, don’t you? Let me know if you need anything.” She turned and left, but only got half-way down the hallway before she heard a shriek and went running back.
“What is this?” Belarus sounded like she’d just found a dead body. “Why is it red?”