Set it upside down.
Then moved it one inch to the left.
I looked at it.
Better.
I almost laughed.
Arthur folded documents into exact thirds.
Evelyn moved forks.
Julian straightened cuffs.
Chloe checked lighting.
Victoria touched her necklace.
And apparently I moved mugs one inch to the left.
Everyone had habits.
The difference was whether the habit belonged to you or whether you spent your life performing it for someone else.
The towel was slightly crooked.
My hand reached toward it.
Stopped.
No one was coming into the kitchen to inspect the fold.
No gala guests.