It’s a little over an hour after my postscript to the previous message. We spent a pleasant 45 minutes in the family room while she worked on her iPad, and I folded the clean clothes. Then she was ready for a change. Before leaving the house, she went to her room for something. When she returned, she had put on a new top over the one she was already wearing and carrying a heavy cotton robe and a pair of shoes. As she walked by the coffee table, she picked up a wash cloth I had just folded. I didn’t say anything. I just waited to see if she were planning to take them with her in the car. When we walked into the kitchen, I noticed that her top was on backwards and mentioned it to her. She took it off. Then it was inside out. She recognized that and started to fix it. Then she stopped and put it under her arm and picked up the robe, shoes, and wash cloth and took them to the car. I never asked why. I have done so on a few occasions, and she hasn’t been able to say. She didn’t bring them into Barnes & Noble. I would have said something if she had done that.
