“Do you want to come free-running with us?” She pulled a slim book off a shelf and shook her head. “I’m off to the bath.” Ringo held his hand out, and she squeezed it quickly before she left the room. He looked baffled when he turned to us. “It’s ‘er third bath since we got ‘ere. She wasn’t dirty to begin with.” I grinned at him. “It’s a chick thing.” “No chicken I ever saw liked a bath.” Archer.”
