After finally feeling like she’d gotten clean, she couldn’t bear to immerse herself in the squelching, odorous mud, no matter what wonders it purported. So, she made her way through a stone corridor to the cave. A natural simmering stream flowed through the cave floor, creating a mineral steam vapor. It was still and soothing, a world away from the Piggly Wiggly. Lorelei took off her robe. She relaxed on a marble bench in the rocky alcove, letting the vapor envelop her. For a moment, everything was so tranquil and quiet, she thought she might have died. Then, in the dim light of the cave, she made out a figure coming toward her. An angel?