[The sound of running water is almost enough to make Esther turn around and march back to her room to either wait another hour or accept defeat and sponge-bathe. But tonight she's in a particularly stubborn mood and isn't ready to abandon her plan just yet. She keeps her thick bathrobe belted tight and holds her towel and washcloth close, examining the soapy face barely visible behind the shower curtain.] Who's there?
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