"How many have we had so far?" Estelle asked. 

     "Three," Brock replied. "This will make it four." 

     "I'm starting to feel it." 

     "Me, too. You know what, though? I need another shower." 

     "I know. It's like I can still feel that shit in the pores of my skin."

     "If we're going back under the shower, we need sippy cups."

     "Yeah!" 

     After the sippy cup transfer, Estelle climbed the stairs to grab something from her room. 

     Then she came right back down. 

     "Noel's awake," she said. "I just heard him crying in Shawnacy's room."

     "That's something, isn't it? And Shawnacy's still with him?"

     "You know it. Back here in fifteen minutes?"

     "I think I'm going to hit the hot tub after my shower. Meet you there?"

     "Done." 

                                               CONTINUE