It wasn’t long after Jay returned from his long trip that he noticed I didn’t have the toilet paper on the holder.

He made a sort of snort, carefully drawing my attention to his assembling the roll in its proper place.

“I don’t know how you get along without me,” he said in his most long-suffering voice.

I touched him before I answered, and didn’t try very hard to keep the catch out of my voice.

“I wonder the same thing every day you are gone.”