Fast forward several weeks later and all suspicions were confirmed. Despite that relative flimsiness the towels look great but are still somewhat stiff after weeks of repetitive use and washing. Most importantly, the towels are just not absorbent. That whole "soaking it up" part of the job a towel is created for? The wicking of moisture from one surface to another a towel is supposed to perform? Fuhgeddaboudit. The spills may move but they don't sop. These beauties simply don't roll that way.
My cousin, several years older and an only child, was only too happy to turn many of her usual chores over to me while she disappeared into her summer routines. I didn't mind a bit. I'd been playing second fiddle to my baby brother for the better part of a year by then, and as far as I was concerned, any attention from the great and powerful Dot was good attention. This was no less than a reordering of the universe back to where it once stood, with me in the center, as it should always be, forever and ever. (amen!)
I imagine my survival had something to do with how distractingly cute my baby brother was (and still is). Pretty irresistible, yeah? It's those baby boy curls. Plus the chubby cheeks. That combination'll sock you right in the heart every time.