Dirty
Maryanne stood by the kitchen sink, her arms elbow deep in suds. So many germs so much dirt, she thought to herself scrubbing her hands and arms vigorously. The hot water scorched her skin but she ignored the burning. Years of fearing all traces of dirt and filth would send her into a blind fury at least six times a day. She would scour her arms until her skin was red and raw and only then would she say, "sink off."
