Water ran down my body in steaming, soothing sheets. I could've stood there for hours if I didn't have a ham in the oven. It'd been days, or it seemed like it anyway, since my last shower. I smelled like burnt pancakes soaked in a bucket of sweat. The kitchen was so hot now with the combination of cooking, baking, and my metallic ability to sweep the cold from the room, that I could barely stand it anymore. Plus, kneading my scalp under the hot water would hopefully trigger some hair ...