Wand at the ready

The fifth contractor agreed with the previous four.  It will be damned difficult to install the claw footed high back soaking tub three feet from the canopied bed.  

Simone, true to form said little.  Instead, she tilted her head, blinked her large bright eyes and met his gaze with a faint smile.

He countered by gesturing wildly, shaking his head emphatically and repeating his pronouncement with more ferver.  

"IMPOSSIBLE!"

"There are no water pipes on this side of the room," he sputtered.  And, "anyway, why would anyone want a bathtub twenty feet from the loo?"

Obviously, he has never visited the Mansion on Forsyth Park (Savannah) or seen series one episode four of MissPhryne Fisher's detective stories.  

Doesn't he know all DOLLIES require an elixir on occassion.

Take away her 20 minute soak and her hearty Cotes du Rhone red and even our sweet little butterfly just might meet them where they are....with a sword at the ready instead of a wand!