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He
bent
down
and
ran
his
fingertips
along
the
bottom
of
the
tub
.
Dry
as
a
bone
.
Not
even
a
hint
of
moisture
.
The
boy
had
been
either
hallucinating
or
outright
lying
.
He
felt
angry
again
.
That
was
when
the
bathmat
on
the
floor
caught
his
attention
.
He
frowned
down
at
it
.
What
was
a
bathmat
doing
in
here
?
It
should
be
down
in
the
linen
cupboard
at
the
end
of
the
wing
with
the
rest
of
the
sheets
and
towels
and
pillow
slips
.
All
the
linen
was
supposed
to
be
there
.
Not
even
the
beds
were
really
made
up
in
these
guest
rooms
;
the
mattresses
had
been
zipped
into
clear
plastic
and
then
covered
with
bedspreads
.
He
supposed
Danny
might
have
gone
down
and
gotten
it
-
the
passkey
would
open
the
linen
cupboard
-
but
why
?
He
brushed
the
tips
of
his
fingers
back
and
forth
across
it
.
The
bathmat
was
bone
dry
.
He
went
back
to
the
bathroom
door
and
stood
in
it
.
Everything
was
all
right
.
The
boy
had
been
dreaming
.
There
was
not
a
thing
out
of
place
.
It
was
a
little
puzzling
about
the
bathmat
,
granted
,
but
the
logical
explanation
was
that
some
chambermaid
,
hurrying
like
mad
on
the
last
day
of
the
season
,
had
just
forgotten
to
pick
it
up
.
Other
than
that
,
everything
was
-
His
nostrils
flared
a
little
.
Disinfectant
,
that
self
-
righteous
smell
,
cleaner
-
than
-
thou
.
And
-
Soap
?
Surely
not
.
But
once
the
smell
had
been
identified
,
it
was
too
clear
to
dismiss
.
Soap
.
And
not
one
of
those
postcard
-
size
bars
of
Ivory
they
provide
you
with
in
hotels
and
motels
,
either
.
This
scent
was
light
and
perfumed
,
a
lady
’
s
soap
.
It
had
a
pink
sort
of
smell
.
Camay
or
Lowila
,
the
brand
that
Wendy
had
always
used
in
Stovington
.
(
It
’
s
nothing
.
It
’
s
your
imagination
.
)
(
yes
like
the
hedges
nevertheless
they
did
move
)
(
They
did
not
move
!
)
