Chapter Three
It was only a few nights later, at bedtime, that Janet too-casually mentioned that she just might have someone in mind for the live-in domestic position she had been thinking about.
“Really?” Alan’s eyebrows climbed as he checked the alarm clock. He hung his robe on the old-fashioned brass rack and climbed into bed absently, mind running in circles as he tried to interpret his wife’s tone.
“Yes,” Janet said matter-of-factly. Before Alan could read her face, she cut the light and slipped into bed.
“So soon…?” wondered Alan in faint surprise. He rolled from his back over to his side, to find himself facing her back.
“Well,” Janet shrugged in the darkness, “I was thinking about it, and it just came to me that I know a woman who might be willing. She’s a Ph.D. candidate in a
