But it was worth it because I liked showers better than baths - nothing was worse than sitting in your own slop, trying to get clean, other than not b...ing clean at all.Anyway he took a big black bag, duct taped a hose to it and then duct taped a shower nozzle (where the hell he came up with a shower nozzle I sure as hell didn't know since I had given up watching him haul crap out to the Frankenmonster) to the end of the hose. He filled the bag with water (we also had an overabundance of that. . ''We'll get soaked if we do, ' Mom said.'No, we won't, Mom. That's not what you said this morning, ' the young girl said as she tugged at her Mom's arm.'This morning? When did I say we could run through the rain and not get wet? ''Don't you remember? When you were talking to Daddy about his cancer, you said, ' If God can get us through this, He can get us through anything!The entire crowd stopped dead silent ... I swear you couldn't hear anything but the rain ... We all stood silently. No one. I asked about the family while we were driving over and we discussed what we were each getting mum for her Christmas present. Although what I, and particularly dad, was doing was so wrong it had strangely brought us closer together and had bred a certain familiarity and we felt more comfortable together physically.We parked up a couple of streets away again so that the car wasn’t seen outside Lorna’s and we made our way to hers. The door was unlocked when we got there so we let ourselves in. Donna got bumped into Andrew's car, and I spent the four-hour drive with an arm around Carol's waist, her arm around mine, and our heads close together talking quietly.In various ways I told her how much I loved her, how fantastic her life was going to become, how happy she was going to be, how confident and self-assured she was going to become, and every other nice thing I could think of without mentioning sex. Every time Carol asked me a question or made a comment, I tried to turn it into.