“Margaret, honey, do you have extra towels?

The guest bath is down to two, and there are four of us on that hall.”

I pulled the company stack off the top shelf, the ones with the blue stripe, and held them out to her.

“Take the whole pile, Beverly.

Take the pile.”

She pressed them under her chin and looked past me at the small open bag on the bed, two sweaters and a paperback in the bottom of it.

“You going somewhere?”