It was strange for me because before a week was out she was back to cooking and often she would just come out and put Sky in my arms, “She is restle...s.”For being restless she was always calm for me but holding the child in my arms felt comforting. The guards seemed amused when she did it. I had hired two young homeless boys to care for my stables and they often helped in the kitchen. Flower was the darling of the people that filled the tavern. Every afternoon she would sing as she cleaned. In fact, with each passing year it gets stronger. Once, when we were in a pretty mellow mood, Brenda and I started talking about each other's sexual likes and dislikes and Brenda asked me if I had any fantasies and I told her what mine were. She didn't seem shocked to hear it, she just said, "Interesting. I've never thought about having sex with another man. Who knows? Maybe some day we will try it." And now she has agreed to try?" I asked.He shook his head no. "I've brought it up several. Then you need to get serious about your schedule. You can’t keep up like this. You’ll kill yourself!”As I expected, Marilyn protested that it really wasn’t that bad, that she could do everything she needed to. It was an argument we had had before, both in this life and in my last. She refused to believe she couldn’t do everything. At home this usually meant a long list of projects she would start and then never finish. Time management was not Marilyn’s strong suit. I sighed and half nodded to. .. that was... that was... I can’t tell you how grateful I am to you.”Cookie couldn’t say anything.“I don’t know anybody in the world who would have let their husband do that, just because he asked for it.”Cookie still said nothing, waiting for him to end their marriage and run away with Jellybean.“And it was great, and I loved it. But...” He coughed again.“But... she wasn’t you. And... I want... you.”Cookie didn’t dare look up.“I decided, I... I don’t want an open marriage any more. It was.