
Rebecca Curtis Reads Haruki Murakami
The New Yorker: Fiction
A Monkey's Bath at the Inn
The hot springs bath at the inn was surprisingly wonderful. The sulphur odor more pungent than anything i'd ever experienced. There were no other bathers. I had no idea if there were even any other guests at the inn. After a while, i felt a little light headed and got out to cool off,. then got back into the tub. It took me a while to realize that he was a monkey. Shall i scrub your back for you? He has the clear, alluring voice of a baritone in a de wob group. Not at all what she would ex but nothing was awed about his voice.
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