Chores Can Wait, Clothes Can't

Reed is supposed to be sorting the mail. Joy sits on the kitchen counter in a too-short robe, bare legs crossed, the silence louder than a scream. He doesn't get to the mail.A couple who can't get through a single domestic task without ending up inside each other. Kitchen counters, garden trellises, hallway walls, bathroom pipes — every room becomes a crime scene. Broth spills down Joy's chin whil...