Chapter Twelve
“A New Regime”
April 2012
“As my husband knelt before me in the apron and rubber gloves that would have been unthinkable to him not so long ago - and would have earned me a thorough tongue-lashing for having had so much as the temerity to suggest he wear as he washed the dishes - I exulted in the conflicting emotions conveyed to me by his darting and, frankly, demoralised eyes.
I had just told him that I considered his behaviour good enough to have earned him a night away from the cellar that was, effectively, his “Servant-Quarters” and a bout of lovemaking with his wife that had not been forthcoming for many months.
Lovemaking” that he had not missed overmuch, if at all, when he had been gainfully employed and the master of his own finances.
Those “finances,” you migh
