Mary could not sleep that night as she thought about what Granny had told her. Like many girls, Mary was subject to occasional constipation, the result of living on modern processed food, and sometimes had to spend a long while in absolute agony, sweat standing out on her brow, as she sat and strained to expel the offending mass. How much easier it would be to have it flushed out with warm water. When she had her own family, she was certainly going to get an enema bag. She would be so gentle as she