Kendall

Another week passes. It’s Monday, which means Ashley will clean this afternoon. Then Mom and Dad bring dinner over after work tonight. Mondays exhaust me.

Stepping from the shower, of course, there’s no towel on the rack. I pick up a nearby navy towel, bringing it to my nose. Ugh. No. Uh-huh. That’s way past its expiration date; I drop the musty cloth to the floor. I toss a few hoodies and socks aside; on the bottom of the pile, I snag a white towel. Sniffing, I’m ...