Phoebe was so frightened that his eyes widened and his voice stuttered. "No, no, I can wash it myself."

Theodore nodded a little regretfully, turned and walked out the door.@@novelbin@@

Phoebe leaned against the wall and exhaled a foul breath. She stood under the shower, and the warm water poured down from the top of her head, washing away her sickness. Theodore answered the phone outside the door. It was Mrs. Ziegler. She had a bad dream in the middle of the night and woke up.

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