The next morning.

Benjamin woke up at 5 and found himself covered in a blanket. It was his blanket, so he wondered if Rebecca was behind it, but he found it hard to even imagine Rebecca caring about him enough to cover him in a blanket.

“It must have been a maid,” he thought. (The new maid is giving me long stares like she wants to eat me. Is it her?) He shook her head. “This is what becomes of a husband who isn’t cared for by his wife. Almost every woman who walks into his life thinks they can