Chapter 8: Scrub Your GroutHe doesn’t sleep with clothes anymore and it’s doing my head in. Every day he climbs out of bed full starkers and I pretend I don’t notice as I give him his robe and talk about his schedule. He has graced me with a morning show one more time, and I’m wondering what will come next. Sometimes I wish I spent my evenings with him because I know that he’s not a morning person, and I think that perhaps the evenings might be even more fun.
I rarely see him after dinner, however, unless he calls for something specific, which is unusual for him to do. If anything, I’ll catch him in the kitchen eating ice cream from the carton, and I’ve stopped coming out when I hear distant tinkering in the kitchen in the middle of the night. Maybe I should go out there one day just to l
