—Day 4—It was only when Bass awoke next morning that he realized Lucille was still present and still talking. This time her voice came from behind the bathroom door.
“Didn’t you used to keep an extra toothbrush in the right-hand drawer?” she shouted.
Bass heard a couple drawers slam. “No,” he replied.
“Are you sure?”
“I said, no.” Then he heard the faucet running.
“Did I hear you on the phone last night? Were you talking to someone?”
Bass said nothing. He wrapped himself in a robe and staggered into the kitchen, passing the living room where he noticed how neatly she had folded her bedding on the couch. He prepared the coffee. This was a simple task he knew Lucille would appreciate more than anything. He wanted to do it right.
“I’ll drop you off on the way to work,” he shouted, retu
