it was while trying to prevent her third urinary tract infection that she noticed the smudges of mold didn’t follow the cracks in his porcelain sink, but rather bloomed in an erratic and independent pattern

she felt proud of the mold, squatted hovering over that other porcelain gullet in the most outrageously filthy bathroom she had ever seen, and wearing a Ralph Lauren fleece robe that was three sizes too large, and never letting it really dawn on her that although the mold was independent of the cracks it wouldn’t exist at all if it weren’t for that sink.