While waiting for Ivan to finish his shower, I prepared his clothes for him. I also freshened up the bed sheets and pillowcases.
They weren't soiled, but Ivan is very particular about his belongings, even before his amnesia sets in. He insists on having his towels and bedding laundered daily, and he's even more particular about these matters than the average woman.
I was the one who changed them, but the laundrywoman took care of washing them.
When the bathroom door opened, I glanced in his direction, but as he was only in a towel, I quickly averted my eyes. There's a bathrobe in the bathroom, so why didn't he use it?
I cleared my throat because it felt dry and then approached him with my gaze fixed on the floor, helping him move towards the couch where I had laid out his clothe
