Chapter 13
The Billings Method
When Laurie finally came in, still panting and sweating, Megan was furiously scrubbing the grouting in the shower recess with a toothbrush. Activity is the best cure for anxiety, my dear, her old schoolteacher used to say. Doctor Stanley would no doubt call it avoidance.
Laurie peeled off his sweaty clothes and dumped them on the bathroom floor.
“Put them in the laundry basket,” Megan said, without looking up.
“I’ll use the upstairs shower,” he said.
She sighed and picked up his damp, smelly singlet, socks and shorts. Throwing them into the wicker basket, she returned to her power-scrub.
When Laurie came downstairs, he stood in the doorway wearing a towel wrapped around his waist and stared at her. She waited for him to ask her what was wrong. When he
