Chapter 22 - CHAPTER TWENTY TWO

I washed my plate and dried it, placing it on the shelf. Thinking about it, back before I'd gotten married, I had preferred to drop the plate in the dishwasher and since it was just me, the plates would remain there until the load was enough to run. Although, in my defense, I always cleaned the plates with water before placing it there, yet, to Jonathan, that may have been synonymous to living in a pigsty. The man was as neat as what I couldn't describe and annoyingly, he was beginning to rub off me.