“Exactly.”
Andrew nodded.
“Good. Then you shouldn’t have a problem with what I’m about to do.”
Kayla’s smile vanished.
Less than a minute later, she was bright red and screaming, “Andrew, you can’t do that!” (I know you’re curious about the next part, so please be patient and read on in the comments below. The coffee filters were on the top shelf, but Kayla kept asking Andrew to reach them whenever she crossed our kitchen in a towel. She called it a test, even after I told her to stop. On Sunday, Andrew set down his coffee, unlocked his phone, and showed her why he’d stopped leaving the room that day.One morning, after I’d already asked my sister to stop walking through our kitchen in nothing but a towel, she asked my husband to reach the coffee filters for her.
Andrew looked at the cabinet.
