After all, he had tried to be useful almost from the first day. He could make coffee and tea, cut the substitute bread into neat slices, and butter it with a yeast extract or an egg paste. They had taught him that in the factory, along with some other basic things.
As soon as the courier from the store delivered the clothes they’d ordered, he went to take a shower, without her needing to hustle him, and washed himself thoroughly with a disinfectant gel. Etta could not stop herself from peering through the slightly ajar bathroom door. There was a lot to admire—the shapely body, gorgeous skin, and oh-so-seemingly human movements—she could not stop to marvel at the precision of detailing. He was perfect, from the hair falling to his forehead to the nails on the toes of his beautifully carved
