“He told me this while ripping through his duffel bag, throwing clothes into drawers with reckless abandon. Chip did not believe inhaving a sock drawer or a T-shirt drawer. He believed that all drawers were created equal and filled each with whatever fit. My mother wouldhave died.”
“Chip did not believe in having a sock drawer or a T-shirt drawer. He believed that all drawers were created equal and filled each with whatever fit.”
“He did not believe in having a sock drawer or a T-shirtdrawer. He believed that all drawers were created equaland filled each with whatever fit. My mother would havedied.”
“[My mother] once cooked a ham and later found it in my father's shirt drawer. I am not kidding.”
“When he looks back at me, his eyes travel around my face the way fingers dart through the bottom of a drawer, searching for batteries in a blackout.”
“By some magic reversal, everything spectacularly useless filled the drawer intended for practical tools. What could you do with a single piece of jigsaw? But, on the other hand, did you dare throw it away?”