“Huh? I don’t remember washing this… and what could it be doing here on a no-laundry day?” Diwana looked in deep thought at the items that were hanging on the clothes line beside the house. “And, from here, I could swear that it’s Eron’s blanket and bedsheets, and I don't recognize this pair of jeans as any of the kids’ clothing… but why would he be washing them?”
She was on her way to check some of the plants that she recently planted in her backyard, which she was nursing like babies and visiting every evening, when she saw the laundry line. Even now, as she approached it, she still could not believe her eyes.
“It’s dry,” she said, touching it. “And it definitely doesn’t smell like our laundry soap.”
Dee embraced the soft blanket, sinking her face on it then sniffing deeply a
