She took a quick shower and busied herself with the chores remaining on her list for the day, mostly light work such as ironing and polishing. Soon after six she heard Matt’s car draw up. Feeling a little guilty, she sank to her knees to greet him.
“Drink,” he said. He walked straight through to his study. When she brought the drink he was unlocking the large drawer of his desk. He turned, the drawer still closed.
“Put it down there, then go to your chores in the kitchen,” he said. His voice was curt, almost cold.
She worked away for twenty minutes, preparing food. Then she heard him shout from the study, calling her. When she opened the door she saw on his desk top a small TV screen she hadn’t noticed before. Wires came out of it and disappeared into the large drawer.
“See this?” Matt
