One evening, after dinner, he sat on the couch and started reading the newspaper. Outside it was cold, and Vancouver was covered in snow. The christmas holidays had just ended. Their house was warm, and there wasn't a single thing out of place. Then, he looked up from his newspaper, his eyes narrowing slightly (but not in a mean way.) He saw her sitting in their bedroom, putting rollers in her hair. He smiled slightly, and he spoke, his voice low. 'Come here, woman.'
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