He was at the pantry door when she asked him to get more sugar. You have enough, he said. She looked in the bowl, a pretty English china one painted with a scattering of flowers and leaves on a lattice background. Tiny pink, blue and yellow daisies danced in the bottom, clearly visible through the crystals. She could almost count them but she didn’t argue. She never argued now. At the kitchen table he looked up from his regulation cereal. You have left the TV on at the wall again, he said. Her heart stopped. She jerked her head to…