Something Like Augusta

Augusta lived down the street well, really almost next door to me, above the grocery store.  I lived above the shoe store and shoe repair shop. We were inseparable friends, well, sometimes we were separable - like when she had to have a bath on Saturday night and I had to have only a quick shower, because the shower took more water and my mother said that that is what made our water bill so high, just be quick and soap yourself all over and rinse and out, then she would hand me a towel and my pajamas and send me off to bed. My friend Augusta told me that she soaked in their bathtub, it had legs she said, anyway, and there she would stay, on the slanting end of the tub; the other end had the plug and was not the least bit nice to sit on in your nakedness. Her mother let her sit and soak AND read a comic book for as long as she wanted to, well, not that long because her little brother was only four and needed his Saturday night bath too. That is the Only time we weren't inseparable.  Augusta my best friend.