[Robert settles himself somewhat behind the Turtle, on his knees for extra height, and wets the brush in the carefully-lukewarm water. He pours a little soap onto the bristles and begins to work the brush against Don's shell, focusing on washing off the grime and coaxing the half-shed scutes away from the living shell's remainder.
As he does this, there's the mental satisfaction of solving a problem that has been bothering him for awhile. Finally, he thinks, Don is amicable to cleaning. He only wonders why the Turtle didn't allow this sooner.]
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As he does this, there's the mental satisfaction of solving a problem that has been bothering him for awhile. Finally, he thinks, Don is amicable to cleaning. He only wonders why the Turtle didn't allow this sooner.]