She crouches to reach into the chest, run hands and eyes over its contents and see how well she's remembered it. What he's moved or worn out or replaced since she was here last. The dark plaid of their winter blanket, the old sweater of his with the hole at the collar that won't stay darned, the pillow cases with the pretty embroidered hem Aline the baker's wife gave them when she heard about their wedding.
"Is that what you think? That I said no because I'd forgotten that I love it here? That I didn't want to come back as much as you did?"
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She crouches to reach into the chest, run hands and eyes over its contents and see how well she's remembered it. What he's moved or worn out or replaced since she was here last. The dark plaid of their winter blanket, the old sweater of his with the hole at the collar that won't stay darned, the pillow cases with the pretty embroidered hem Aline the baker's wife gave them when she heard about their wedding.
"Is that what you think? That I said no because I'd forgotten that I love it here? That I didn't want to come back as much as you did?"