It’s Best Not Even To Ask

I glanced over at Mike’s small table by his chair and noticed the disarray and mess immediately.  Ugh. . . I got closer to see what I could straighten up or maybe throw away and then I stood there looking, just looking.  Sure the contents on the table were disheveled, a normal scene, but he folded every wrapper from his chocolate mint patties and there they lay in a pile.  Speechless.