The Ape Star

The Ape Star — page 9
often I could never remember to wash my hands It's not as if I wanted to be dirty It just went out of my head however much Gerd nagged Maybe my brain just wasn't made to think about soap Maybe it was made to think about other things but it hardly ever had the chance it had to keep defending itself against all the soap thoughts that Gerd forced on it Sometimes I even thought that all this washing was a little unnecessary As far as I could tell you could stand at the basin and scrub yourself for several years but when you finally stopped you'd soon be dirty again But I never dared say that to Gerd She always said it was an irony of fate that she had a grubby pig like me on her hands Not that I knew what that meant but I knew it wasn't good Well she said now Are you too stupid to remember a simple thing like washing your hands I looked away I didn't want to answer Gerd put a hand to her ear What Are you a bit stupider than all the others Jonna