bathwater

Bathwater is dirty. That's what Mummy said as she submerged with my little brother. Well, I never wanted a little brother anyway. And so I grew up an orphan. Daddy had died in the great war. Not sure why I was left. Nun said my whole family was an abomination, but I stuck Nun with a knitting needle, and that shut her trap. Anyway I married a well to do sort of gentleman, and we had a few kids. I rarely thought about my childhood, but now, here on my deathbed, it occurs to me I ought to tell you. Really I thought I'd take this secret to my grave. I wouldn't have done it any differently. Not one bit.