Lisa’s head was tilted sideways, and Ed’s eyebrows were up. He shrugged. “I know how to do laundry,” he said. “I like clean clothes.” “You’d better put salt on that right now, Ed,” Lisa said. “Jonathan, you’d better do it for him. He’ll just let it dry and we’ll all have to look at that wine stain for the next ten years. And I’m no good with laundry. I send everything out.” She reached for the salt and handed it to Jonathan. “I’m fine,” Ed said, waving his arm. “I’ll just throw it into the washer when I get home.” But Lisa insisted. “Stop being so stubborn and let him at least put the salt on it.” Ed sighed and turned to face him. Jonathan opened the salt shaker and placed it on the table. The stain was just below Ed’s collar, on Jonathan’s left. Lisa and Noah watched while he dipped a napkin into a glass of water and dabbed it lightly on the stain. From the way they stared, you’d have thought he was performing major surgery.
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