Chapter 6

“Anyway, what kind of a day have you had?”

“Same old, same old.” Mark was not happy about being stuck at home all day with little to occupy him.

“Something will turn up soon, my angel.”

“I know. It’s just so frustrating. I don’t like the idea of living off you.”

I wrapped him in a tight hug. “There’s millions out there in a similar position, but it won’t be long before an employer sees what a wonderful and talented guy you are.”

“Thanks. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“And I don’t know what I’d do without you either.” I pinched him on the cheeks.

Mark went upstairs and took a bath.

It was these small and, by themselves, insignificant domestic arrangements which enriched my life immeasurably. I remembered another example of this: we had been standing at the kitchen sink one evening after dinner. I must have zoned out, because the next thing I’d known Mark was speaking.

“You’re going to wipe the pattern off that plate.”