IT IS SPRING AGAIN, so I am preparing to do some of the yearly chores that Franco and I used to do together, like putting away heavy bathrobes, opening all the windows wide, getting out the sandals, and taking the down comforter out of the duvet cover. I have never been sure if you are supposed to say duvet cover or duvet by itself, but whatever it is, the change of seasons always brought the duvet task to Franco and me.
At the start of winter every year, trying to stuff that comforter into that cover was our most dreaded job. We would stand on opposite sides of the bed and try over and over again to get the comforter into the right position so as to be fastened to the cover by four clips. We’d inevitably end up screaming at each other: