She smiled. "Mrs. McGruder will bring your towels and washcloths shortly. As we said, you're sharing a bathroom on this side with Naomi Addison."
"She'll be surprised," Mrs. McGruder muttered. "She's had it all to herself up to now. That's a woman who is used to her own personal comfort and not used to sharing anything except her troubles and unhappiness."
"Yes, well, I'm sure you will not monopolize the bathroom, nor will she," Mrs. Winston said firmly. "As in any good rooming house, we are all dependent upon everyone else, respecting everyone else, Mrs. Addison included."
Mrs. McGruder grunted with some skepticism. Mrs. Winston glanced at her, thought for a moment, and then turned back to me.
"Mrs. McGruder thinks that Mrs. Addison . . ."
"Soon to be ex–Mrs. Addison," Mrs. McGruder corrected.
