When we got home—it was beginning to feel like home—we went directly upstairs to freshen up, after stopping by the laundry room to air out our gym bags and hang our Speedos over the laundry tub to dry. Charles walked into the closet and came back a moment later.
“I need to make some more room in there for your stuff.”
“It’s alright the way it is. I managed to put everything away.”
“No, it’s too crowded, and I know why. I’m going to take all of Robert’s clothes down to the laundry room. Tomorrow, they can go to Goodwill.”
Before I could say anything, he went into the closet and quickly emerged with an armload of clothes, which he spread out on the bed. He immediately went back for more, and soon a second pile joined the first, and he said, “If you see anything you can make use of, help yourself,” before he retrieved yet another load.