Chapter 18

The response he gave was, "I can feel your worry and panic." "Let me get this straight-you can feel it when I'm having a nightmare, right?" I inquired while feeling astounded. "Yeah. Every time I woke up, I'd go into the toilet and check on you to make sure it was only a dream, but every time, I'd find you fast sleeping in the tub," he said. "It was like a nightmare." "Oh no! I am so sorry that I have been rousing you from your sleep. I screamed out in a panic, "I didn't realise..." He laughed and said, "Bridget, it's okay." Before proceeding, he took a little pause and asked, "May I ask why the bathtub?" While I was making the pancakes, I mumbled to myself, "The bathroom used to be the only room with a lock," as I poured some pancake batter onto the hot griddle. He doesn't say anything. I take the bowl with me to the washbasin to give it a final cleaning. William begins to toss the pancakes into the air. There is a period of time during which neither of us speaks, during which he