He looked over the counter to see Christopher standing at the bottom of the stairs, stark naked, book under one arm, Bear under the other. Preacher lifted one bushy brow. "Forget something there, pardner?" he asked. Chris picked at his left butt cheek while hanging on to the bear. "You read to me now?" "Um... Have you had your bath?" Preacher asked. The boy shook his head. "You look like you're ready for your bath." He listened upward to the running water. Chris nodded, then said again, "You read it?" "C'mere," Preacher said. Chris ran around the counter, happy, raising his arms to be lifted up. "Wait a second," Preacher said. "I don't want little boy butt on my clean counter. Just a sec." He pulled a clean dish towel out of the drawer, spread it on the counter, then lifted him up, sitting him on it. He looked down at the little boy, frowned slightly, then pulled another dish towel out of the drawer. He shook it out and draped it across Chris's naked lap. "There. Better. Now, what you got here?" "Horton," he said, presenting the book. "There's a good chance your mother isn't going to go for this idea," he said. But he opened the book and began to read. They hadn't gotten far when he heard the water stop, heard heavy footfalls racing around the upstairs bedroom, heard Paige yell, "Christopher!" "We better get our story straight," Preacher said to him. "Our story," Chris said, pointing at the page in front of him. Momentarily there were feet coming down the stairs, fast. When she got to the bottom, she stopped suddenly. "He got away from me while I was running the tub," she said. "Yeah. In fact, he's dressed like he barely escaped." "I'm sorry, John. Christopher, get over here. We'll read after your bath." He started to whine and wiggle. "I want John!" Paige came impatiently around the counter and plucked him, squirming, into her arms. "I want John," he complained. "John's busy, Chris. Now, you behave." "Uh-Paige? I'm not all that busy. If you'll tell Jack I'm not in the kitchen for a bit, I could do the bath. Tell Jack, so he knows to lock up if everyone leaves." She turned around at the foot of the stairs. "You know how to give a child a bath?" she asked. "Well, no. But is it hard? Harder than scrubbing up a broiler?" She chuckled in spite of herself. She put Chris down on his feet. "You might want to go a little easier than that. No Brillo pads, no scraping. No soap in the eyes, if you can help it." "I can do that," Preacher said, coming around the counter. "How many times you dunk him?" She gasped and Preacher showed her a smile. "Kidding. I know you only dunk him twice." She smirked.
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