For once in my life. I nod at Selina and keep looking around the place.
Within a few minutes, I’m back out, wearing the robe. It’s a light color. Satin. Very nice. Talk about spoiling. “Your turn, Mr. Bateman.”
I grab a robe for myself, hoping it would be long enough. These places had a way of giving me a robe I felt my brother would probably seriously wear. I go into the bathroom and strip down. I look in the mirror at the scar before running a hand over my hair and pulling the robe over me. I tie it and with one last look I go back out.
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