My wife had taken another job, a very demanding one. Her time at home and her time with me grew shorter and shorter. She would work 10 to 12 hour days...and came home only to sleep. I had asked her about her long hours but she offered me a cursory answer about how she loved this job and how far it could advance her career if she put in the time and effort. I pretty much followed my wife’s lead and spent a lot of time at work. But I was not quite as infatuated with my job as she was. So I started. I noticed him grinning. I ordered a bowl of soup and another ginger ale. As the waitress left I looked up and he was staring at me. He raised his glass as if to toast. I raised mine in reply. He got up and came to my table."I couldn't help nut notice that you look a little tired. Have you been driving long?" he asked. "About ten hours." I replied. He slid into chair across from me, and before I could say anything in protest he asked "Nobody with you that can help?" "I'm alone I replied." He. I was wet and pulled her into another hug. I turned her back to a set of spray heads and fluffed her hair so it would get wet. When it was, I pulled down the shampoo bottle and started working it into her hair, raising a lather."Umm, that always feels good. It's no wonder I keep you around."I turned her back into the spray and rinsed the shampoo out of her hair. "Do I need to do another wash cycle or are you ready for the cream rinse?" Just the rinse, please. Let me sit down while you work it. "Hey," said Marta smiling beautifully back. She witnessed him relaxing and his true smile returned. His brother followed him inside. Having a similar nose and eyes, the brother's long thick strawberry blond hair brushed back to reveal a retreat as his pate grew towards bald. That and an essence in his eyes of distrustful discomfort constituted differences from his older brother. And he had a couple inches height over his already tall sibling."Marta, this is my brother Roger. Did he wake you?".