" You need a better suit if you're to be under butler Binks," I informed the younger man, "And you must use more soap and less scent, I told the chamb...r maids, who smiled awkwardly."Sack or Lash?" I asked the cook."You wouldn't dare!" she scowled insolently."You, Bessie, lash or sack?" I repeated before the under cook."Keep your trap shut," Cook snorted."Lash or sack?" I asked Milly the scullery maid."What have I done to deserve this sir?" she asked."What you have not done is to bathe child," I. She also would go on the attack, and I could rarely get through. This time around, I felt she was listening to me. She did not address each and everything I said to her, but she would come back and mostly we would talk about it, without venom. It became more likely after she had cooled down, sometimes even when it was happening. Having her hear me and respect what I had to say was probably one of the biggest things that drew me back into this marriage, I began to really feel that this could. After about thirty minutes, when she hadn’t returned I headed back to the guest bedroom. I found her just finishing making the bed and fluffing the pillows. I could tell by her body language she was tense. I snuck up behind her and grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into me. She giggled and settled into my arms. “What’s wrong, Baby,” I asked. She laid her head back on my shoulder and let out a deep sigh. “We’ve never had company stay the night before, I’m not sure how to act,” she softly. My phone rang. It was my ex-boyfriend, Matt. What could he possibly want? I stopped at the base of the stairs and instead opened the door to the garage and answered his call.“Umm, hello?”“Kelly. How are you doing?”“Good. Ummm, what do you need?”“I heard a hurricane is going to hit you guys. I wanted to make sure you were okay.”That was sweet of him but Matt wasn’t a sweet guy. Something was off.“Why did you really call, Matt?”After some silence he confessed.“I had sex with Tracy last.