Chapter 269: Getting Crispin in the Shower

"It's the master bath," I yell as he walks down the hallway. My words have him changing direction and he continues on to my brother's room like he's been here a hundred times before and lets himself into the bathroom. Tucked in the corner is the shower sprayer I've been too scared to look at the last two days.

Crispin wastes no time getting into the shower and inspecting the head. He takes off his shoes and steps in leaving them on the little rug with his socks. He closes the shower door and then turns on the spray, letting the water hit the wall and eyeing the leak where large rivers of water flow from the base of the shower head.

"Hmmm," he says, washing his hands in the water's spray. "You just unscrewed it a little. With the water off, he twists the head in the opposite direction.

"You think you'll be able to fix it?" I ask when he steps back, looking at the shower head like it's finished even though he didn't test it.

He looks to me and steps out of the way, bracing himsel