I was arguing with my sister. She said that we should never wash towels with our clothing.
Sylvie and I had always been close, but living together magnified our quirks. My habit of leaving tea cups around and her tendency to “borrow” clothes were tolerable—until the laundry debate started. I thought she was nitpicking; she thought I was careless. Towels, sweaters, delicates—it became a quiet war of principles. Weeks passed, and my…