My Sister Kept Walking Into the Kitchen in Nothing but a Towel to Test My Husband. Then One Sunday Morning, He Finally Played Along—And Her Smile Disappeared.

The coffee filters were on the highest shelf in our kitchen, but somehow, every morning, my sister found a reason to ask my husband to reach them for her.

It wouldn’t have been strange if she had simply asked.

What made it strange was that she always appeared wearing nothing but a towel.

And she always made sure Andrew was the only person in the room.

The first time, I assumed it was an accident.

The second time, I reminded her that my husband usually made his coffee downstairs.

By the fifth time, I was beginning to suspect that the coffee filters had become the most important objects in our entire house.

That Sunday morning, I was standing beside the stove, buttering toast, when Kayla appeared in the kitchen doorway.