“Because if you trusted Andrew—”
“Kayla.”
She slowly sipped her coffee.
“I’m just saying this sounds more like a husband problem than a towel problem.”
“No. This is a sister-who-refuses-to-respect-a-boundary problem.”
That made her smile.
Not kindly.
It was a small, almost satisfied smile.
Then she said something I still couldn’t believe came out of her mouth.
“Think of it as a test.”
I stared at her.
“A what?”
“A test.”
She said it calmly, as though she were explaining something completely reasonable.
“If Andrew can be tempted just because another woman walks through the kitchen in a towel, wouldn’t you rather find that out now?”
I genuinely thought I must have misunderstood her.
“You are deliberately trying to tempt my husband?”
“No.”
She rolled her eyes.
“I’m not trying to tempt him. I’m testing whether he can be tempted. There’s a difference.”
“Not as much of one as you seem to think.”
“If he fails,” she continued, “that’s his fault. Not mine. I’m literally just existing. If your marriage can’t survive a towel, then maybe the marriage is the problem.”
I stared at my sister.
This was the girl whose scraped knees I had cleaned when we were children.
