My wife came downstairs. Neutral. Not smiling, but not sad either. The new bed had arrived the day before — I had expected her to come down smiling. I made her water with lemon. I went over while she was standing at the terrace door watching the dogs. I handed her the water and stood there a moment in silence. She took it without looking at me. I said please. She answered thank you. I went back to what I was doing.
Then came the business of the water pressure. I opened the cold supply to increase the pressure. I told her about it. And that is
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