Joanne Brennan — The Husband Who Thought He Could Come Home

Now I stood in front of the shelves and tried folding one towel in half instead.

It fit better.

Such a small discovery, and still I felt a ridiculous urge to call Patty and tell her.

I did call her.

She listened to my explanation and said, “I hope you’re going to celebrate by folding every towel in the house wrong.”

“Not wrong,” I corrected.

“Differently.”

“That’s even better.”