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“Nah. I just push a button and the machine does everything.” “For lazy people,” scowled Herr Schmidt. “Exactly.”
Herr Schmidt turned to Barbara. He’d known her for her entire life—whatever she’d done before they met was hardly even worth mentioning.
He had to be Barbara, for himself and for Barbara. Most of all he had to make sure she didn’t starve herself to death.
It wasn’t that he needed to be told about cleanliness. He was Mr. Clean, always had been. At the beginning of their marriage he hadn’t allowed Barbara to get away with anything. She’d been pretty messy, must have been due to her background. He had pointed out every crumb, every stain. Since then she’d become even tidier than him. He credited himself for the fact that she’d become so perfect.
