Tagged: routine

The fitted sheet won't sit right. I've done this corner a thousand times, tuck under, fold up, tuck under, and tonight my hands keep losing the shape of it because my phone's going off in my apron…

I never deliver to the Hollis place unless it's raining. That's the rule. Doesn't matter if the paper's soaked through and useless by the time it hits the step. If the sky's dry, I skip number 14 and…

"—no, the fourth one, not the second, the second one's fine, it's the fourth one that does it." Danny doesn't look up from his phone when he says it. I have to ask him twice which register he means…