I feel unsettled. This morning, as I studied Cal shoving laundry in the washer with his foot, I knew he wanted me to just tell him what was upsetting me, but the truth is I don’t quite know. He lives here now. It makes sense that he would be fully in the space. It’s just that Cal is so loud. Not physically noisy, but his presence is loud. He’s everywhere, humming in the shower, laughing out loud at television shows in the evening. He wears bright colored t-shirts ...