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Wife made bread, every day. Routine.
The same recipe, the same result.
Husband found flaws, every day. Routine.
The wrong recipe, the wrong results.
Wife wanted more. Husband wanted less.
Upstairs is the Nursery. Never used.
Pastels, never seen by new eyes.
No crib, no cuddly toys. Useless.
Filled with unwanted trappings.
Wife wanted more. Husband wanted less.
Next door, a quiet bedroom. Private.
White walled, sterile, cold.
Sheets pristinely folded with pillows. Partitions.
Walls full of photographs with tired smiles.
Wife wanted more. Husband wanted less.
French colonial kitchen. Expensive.
Wife is making bread again.
Wife covers the dough with a tea towel. Secrets.
A new recipe, a new spark. Happiness.
Wife wants more. Wife wants more.
8pm; Husband returns from the office. Routine.
The same Wife, the same bowl full of dough.
Husband knocks the dough back.
Husband ruins all. Rough hands.
Wife spies. No perfection. All Flaws.
Wife needs more. Husband cares less.
