And she scrubbed her back with a long-handled brush

A sticky note from Philip K. Dick's In Milton Lumky Territory: The roar of water kept either of them from talking for some time. She had put bubble bath into the water, and it foamed up in massive pink layers as she waited for the tub to fill. At last there was enough water in the tub. He marvelled at the amount of water she needed. And she did not want it as hot as it was; she carefully switched on the cold until a good deal of the suds had been damaged. The whole affair struck him as inefficient, but he said nothing. He sat out of her path, a spectator. In the tub, she laid back resting her head on the porcelain side. Suds covered her. "Like a French movie," he said. "Now you see, I never would have thought of that," she said. "You should have gotten in while it was filling." "Oh really? I always wait. I'm afraid I'll get burned." "Can't you work the taps with your toes?" "Oh my God, what a morbid idea. How bizarre. Like a monkey." All his adult life, while bathing, he'd operated…