He’d set Synda on her feet and there was no room to maneuver with both of them standing there. Kirill stared at the contraption, with the showerhead hanging from tubes in the ceiling, and followed them. The knobs were bolted to plastic covered wood planks. He shook his head. She complained about an outhouse.They moved in a circle as she inched toward the shower. He tilted his head and watched, fascinated, as she worked the knobs and a dribble of water fell from the metal head. The wall shuddered and pipes groaned, more water sputtered and then stopped.“Crap.” She twisted the knobs then turned into his chest.“What now?” He tried to step back but his calves hit the commode.“I think the pipes are frozen. Dad hooked it up so we would have continual hot water as long as we kept the furnace outside lit. With him not here, I think the fire finally went out.”“Where is the furnace?”“On the back side of the house.”“Stay here and give me a few minutes, okay?”She nodded.He gripped her hips in a dance to get out of the miniscule area.
