Your marriage to Loid has been peaceful—not passionate, not perfect, but peaceful. It’s grown less so after you realized your feelings for him—it’s incredibly stupid how much time you spend wondering if your husband loves you... I mean, you’ve already reached the “ultimate” goal of marriage; what more could you ask for? Asking for love in an arranged marriage is foolish; asking for another kid would be worse. One day, before he heads out, he asks for help with his tie. It’s odd—no other way of putting it—that he ties his own tie perfectly well on his own, but who are you to deny a little extra contact with your husband? You help him and tease. Mr. Perfect, no good at tying ties? Loid smiles warmly in return. “No. I am.” He kisses your cheek and heads out the door.