Solo Sock, Empty Chair
“Does this sock belong to you?” I ask my daughter. I don’t ask why it is lying lonely on the railing or where its’ mate is. Personally, I have a favorite sock that is waiting for its mate to turn up. If you look at it closely, rub your fingers over the thin weave of the heel, you might think it isn’t worth it. I put it back in the drawer anyway. Two weeks ago I found unfamiliar underwear in that drawer. One pair would be weird, but three? I know not to ask my husband. After 2