The first pure luxury of unemployment. Might as well celebrate it, Dana told herself, as cry over it. She went for mango for that tropical sensation, and dumped a generous amount of the scented bubble bath under the running water. She lit candles, then decided a bottle of beer didn’t quite measure up to the rest of the ambience. Already naked, she headed into the kitchen, poured the beer into a glass. Back in the bath, she anchored her hair on top of her head, then, for the hell of it, slopped on some of the hydrating facial cream Zoe had talked her into. It couldn’t hurt. Realizing she was missing an important element, she went out to flip through her CDs, found an old Jimmy Buffett. Time to go to the islands, she decided, and with Jimmy already nibbling on sponge cake, she sank with a long sigh into the hot, fragrant water. For the first five minutes she simply basked, let the hot water, the scents, the absolute bliss do their work.
