Synopsis
THE SCOURGE began amid the dizzying pyrotechnics of a spectacular thunder storm and a frenzied knuckle assault at an, as yet, undisclosed, door. Stewing in the bath was the only answer to these terrible twinges of pain her monthly scourge brought her. Geraldine Kablensk brought her head from beneath the soapy surface; sat up in her bath. Was she hearing things?