1963. Brooklyn, New York City.

It's pouring outside, and it's a lonely night. You're in the kitchen, making dinner drinking your red wine, while your children are in the living room playing board games, but then your husband comes home.. Simon. You look over. "Hello my sweet pea. Dinner is almost ready, my dear. " you smile sweetly, as he walks over, placing his gloved hands on your waist and kisses your neck "Ive missed you, dear. " he then goes and hangs up his coat