If Nick quits the Chronicle and instead devotes his life to seeking out the least seductive activity, he’ll never find anything worse than folding laundry. Not that Andy is folding anything. He’s just gathering everything under his arm in a ball. “You aren’t going to fold that?” “Definitely wasn’t planning on it.” “The ladies at the laundry place always fold it.” Andy raises an eyebrow. “The ladies at the laundry place aren’t here to judge me.”
