Down the hall, the pipes squeal as the shower cuts off. I didn’t notice it before, but once the whoosh of water is gone, I realize he’s in the bathroom, the one off the master bedroom. Should’ve taken some of these plates in with you,I think, picking through the sink. Wash yourself and the dishes at the same time—gotten them out of the way and hey, saved water while you were at it.I feel a pissy attitude descend over me, a palpable emotion like jealousy or anger, and I have to force myself to calm down. He didn’t know I was coming home. If I had called, he would’ve had a chance to clean up.