Today's OneWord: Unfolding

The little girl was folding and unfolding her napkin, putting it on her lap and then taking it off, tucking in the corners and then tugging them back out. She seemed nervous, fidgety, under the shadow of who I assumed to be her father. Her father wore boots as black as his beard, which almost tickled the belly part of his plaid shirt. He grunted over the lip of his beer and did not speak much, and all his child kept doing was contorting the napkin until it, predictably, began to tear.