I smoothed the crumpled piece of foil and molded it onto the pan. My husband went silent. He’d been chatting at me from his spot at the counter stool. I glanced his way. Above his smile, his twinkling blue eyes observed me. What?  I said, lifting my shoulders. Remnants of your father , he said. Just as my father did, I was reusing foil that should have been tossed. I’d given up batting away his habits a long time ago. Dad pushed his way into my thoughts.   I recalled the many

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