Chapter Ten
It was finally Friday. Mark took more care than usual when dressing that morning. He hummed to himself under the shower, his mood brighter than it had been for weeks. Lena was having breakfast in the sunroom. The open windows revealed an expanse of floor-length glass. The sunroom was situated on the northern side of the house, and the air conditioner was already working overtime. Mark contemplated the size of the next electricity bill and wished that, just sometimes, Lena could pull the curtains to keep the room cool.
As he did so often lately, Mark contrasted her behaviour with Beth’s. On hot days Beth would close the windows and drapes to keep out the heat. Woe betide anyone who left a door open. She said that air conditioners were not only costly to run, but they contribut
