' A slowly raised palm silenced me. I deflated. 'Quite. We'll come to your, er, ample qualifications shortly, er, Susan. Mr Jackson,' he coughed, turn...d to his left and raised an eyebrow at one of the faceless four, 'would you like to...' A siren. The siren. Everyone expected it. No one expected it. Open mouths and pasty faces. For long moments, nobody moved. 'Is that?' 'Oh,God!' 'It is!' 'What the fuck do we do?' Scrabbling hands extricated phones. Shaking fingers stabbed. A host of terrified. I grabbed the showerhead and pointed it at the wall before turning on the warm water.“Let me soap up the sponge,” I said, handing him the showerhead.Once that was done, I gave him the sponge and got the showerhead again. I ran the stream of water on his body but was careful not to wet the cast. He began soaping himself up while I moved the showerhead around to his back and down his legs. I then came back to his front and wet from his feet up to his belly button, avoiding aiming the showerhead. I was exhausted, my legs burning with the exertion of running up and down the stairs. I flopped down on my bed, the hem of my sundress rising to the top of my thighs. My pants were still modestly covered so I felt no need to pull the hem back towards my knees. Besides, he was my brother and I felt safe in his presence.He flopped down beside me on the bed. Laughing, I moved over a bit to give him more room on the single bed.All he was wearing was shorts and a T-shirt. Both of us were barefoot.We. "No,what about those photos we took in the hotel room?"she said."Oh,shit,you're right!" he said ,suddenly turning around. They arrived back at the Abbey as a Nun was closing the gate.Ingrid called out," Please,sorry for bothering ,but I think I lost my camera in your garden."The Nun looked at them,it was a strange look.Erik parked the car and Ingrid got out,she ran to the gate."Please,please,I am sorry but I think I left my camera in your garden,please can I check?" Ingrid said.The Nun looked.