1: Uncultured; wild
Bubbles floated and steam thickened the air. The jungli child in the bath grimaced as Cheryl scrubbed the dirt from his cheeks. At least he had stopped fighting her. It had taken a half hour to get him into the water. She considered washing his hair, but it was a tangled mess. Shaving his head would be easier.
“All done.” Cheryl stood.
The boy bolted from room. Cheryl yelped, hand to her chest. She followed the trail of water. It led her through the house and out the backdoor. She moaned when she found the boy rolling in the flowerbed.