A Submissive Wife
At the time, Andrew and I were married for fifteen months, and we lived as the happiest of couples in a nice cottage, something like a cosy love nest on the hill with a great view on the bay. It belonged to my mom. We enjoyed there our loving, solitary condition with no regrets about leaving the crowded town. Of course we mixed with friends on Saturday nights, but the cottage was rather far from downtown and few people, save my other or elder sister, or Andrew’s mom, paid us the occasional...