THE MANNINGS IN THE BATHROOM (a.k.a. Goodness, I am Getting Rather Prolific, Aren't I?)

        Mr Manning carefully took down and folded up the plastic shower curtain. He slipped two rings onto each finger of his left hand. He turned to Mrs Manning on the toilet.
        She squeezed her knees together until they turned a patchy red. She rubbed them gently.
        'The kids are coming at five.' Mr Manning said.
        Mrs Manning breathed out through the side of her mouth.