“From the wash.”

“I’ll wear the blue one.”

“The blue one’s on the hook.”

She took it down and left the gray one where it was.

She did not make a decision about keeping or throwing away the gray hoodie.

She chose what was dry that morning.

I let it be that small.

At the door, she turned back for the book, which she had set on the entry table while putting on the hoodie.