The smell of making love in her hair. The look in her eye said she was getting laid by somebody. They think too much of him. He's a senile baby. I dress him everyday.
Life is so routine, so methodical.
If I had to telephone him right now, I'd know exactly where he is. He puts his clothes on, but I set them out for him the night before. His routine sent me over the edge. He's the reason I lost my past identity. He wanted an ideal wife.