Everything is in order. The large glass dining room table has been meticulously set by Renate, the maid.
Nothing is out of place.
Belinda looks up from her magazine and looks over at her husband at the opposite end of the table. The meek smile she gives him accentuates the lines of creeping age on her sallow morning skin. Noting her bad posture, Hans Jurgen straightens in his chair. He does his best to respond to her show of good will. Hans Jurgen fails to see the reason for these diets of hers.