He was quieter than usual, watching me over the top of his newspaper as I sipped my coffee. He didn't even mention the computer he'd been to look at the night before. Trying to appear normal, not noticing his strange mood, I busied myself, making toast and chatting about the weather. "How come you never wear a dressing gown now?" he asked suddenly, folding the paper. "I prefer to dress before coming downstairs," I replied. "Or come down naked. You always wore your gown in the mornings." "I don't any more." "Several things seem to have changed recently. No dressing gown, this exercising business, you naked whenever I come home..." "I'm not always naked when you come home!" I giggled. "A couple of times I was naked, that was all." "You were in a strange mood last night. Sitting alone in the lounge when we had guests, and then going out." "I had to see Carole, it couldn't be helped." "You seem different, Jane." "I don't know why you think that, I'm still the old me." "Well, I'd better be going.
