Chapter Nineteen
Reflections
What had changed?
The question rattled around in Simon’s head and, he found that he could not answer it.
Nothing had changed!
At least on the surface.
The same routine, the same need to satisfy Edith, the same commands and routines. It all seemed the same. He woke as the sun rose and applied his make-up and dressed himself. Attended as his wife left the house in her increasingly provocative outfits. Hems rising and heels ever more incendiary. The maid worked at the chores that were set daily and then greeted Mistress as she returned…
Mistress!
That was the change!
Not mistress as in a lover, a confidant, a paramour. Mistress with a capital! Mistress that demanded and whose whims were to be satisfied without complaint. Mistress that ruled every facet of
