85: Serenity

Robert despises her serenity. Her calm, cool demeanor in the face of everything that has changed, is changed and will change.

His wife, usually so content to simply be, has taken charge of their home, the hospital, and suddenly he is to be an afterthought.

He cannot help his selfish thoughts, despises them even as they enter his brain. He wishes he, too, had something to take his mind off...well...everything.

The flutter of a skirt tickles his periphery and the eyes of the maid he startles are wide and guileless.

He sees something in them he misses. Desperately.