Before bedtime on Monday, Shammel tells Representative that she has time to take John to school in the morning, to which Foley is surprised.

Originally, he was not satisfied with sending John to school, although the school was not far from home, but since he could go out to work later, if there was nothing to do in the morning, it would be no problem to arrive at half past ten, rather than wasting time in a traffic jam.

But the task of sending John to school limits him to get up at seven in the morning, say good morning to John, endure his lovely red cheeks and sudden crying, and have to endure hunger and sleep deprivation to jump up and down in his body.

"For the next few months, all the way to October, I could send John to school." Salmel was leaning back on the couch and looking a little tired in a long blue patterned dress.

Her left shoulder was often sore, and she sometimes couldn't get up in the middle of the night to get her pills, and Sammel's bedside table had a lot of pill boxes containing vitamins, analgesics, and white pills of various sizes.

A month before John's fourth birthday, Sameel wanted to draw a picture of a Marvel hero painted in real watercolors for John, but after a whole morning, he couldn't raise his left hand, and he couldn't even finish the action of serving the plate independently, but Sameel never complained of physical pain, and she always didn't say anything, at least not to Foley.

It was only after that that that Foley learned that the pills in the little white cupboard might have been used by Shamel to relieve pain, like a drawer of sleeping pills that her mother had, and that they had certain drug resistances that might require different analgesic and anti-inflammatory drugs to relieve them.

"It's okay, I'm used to it, not to mention that I can take the school bus in the second half of the year." Representative Foley sat in the armchair opposite the couch and slid the data device, the back of the chair facing Captain America's shield, the painting that he had spent an afternoon discussing with John about where to hang it last, and he was obviously right, John said that neither the living room nor the back of the couch were as appropriate as the light green wall near the staircase on the second floor.

"That's it, my dear, I'm going to get up early, you've been having a hard time lately." Sameel glanced at Forlì and turned her gaze to her own painting.

"What is it decided like this, why do you want to send it if I send it, you need to sleep more, you don't have the habit of getting up early in the morning, you don't have a day." Over the years of marriage, Foley has rarely spoken to his wife like this, although Shamel is not as close as the other girls he has dated, it may be an age gap, although he never felt that this had any effect on the two lovers, but Shamel may have different thoughts about it, maybe she thinks she can be Foley's sister no matter what she says.

What's more, a woman's mind is really never guessed. Foley looks at Shamel and thinks she's not looking at herself at all, has she been married for so long, has she reached the point where she doesn't have to look at each other to talk?

"I'll go see if John is asleep." Shamel stood up, and Forlì realized that she hadn't changed into a nightdress at half past ten in the evening, and the blue dress couldn't have been worn to bed, and it didn't look like it was worn at home.

"I'll go see him." Samel spoke again as she walked up the stairs.

"Don't go and see, he goes to bed early at half past ten, John goes to the bathroom at half past nine every night, and then falls asleep in about five minutes. His schedule is not only more standard than that of adults, but also as accurate as the schedule he writes after the work is completed. ”

As if she hadn't heard Foley, the second-floor door opened. John's room was in the second room on the left side of the stairs, the first of which was his and John's study, which was currently used almost entirely by Forlì alone, but soon, Foley thought to himself, this room would be converted into a study for John.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but get up from his chair, roll the data device into a light blue cylinder like old-fashioned film, put it on the armchair, and gently walked up to the second floor.

"Why didn't you open the door?"

Samel was standing at the door of John's room, neither opening the door nor walking away.

"Have you gone in and seen it?"

"I've seen it."

Foley looked at Samel in bewilderment, suspicious.

John's bedroom is equipped with an open door reminder, and if someone is inside, as long as the door is opened, Foley's data device will show that someone has entered John's room and remind Representative Foley to confirm his identity.

Is it John himself? Sammel? Or Representative Foley. But just now he had been holding the data device, damn the reminder of the strike? No way. This kind of applet is definitely much more diligent than the intelligent robot that picks apples in the orchard, and I want to remind you that it exists and is more reliable than a police dog.

Home security systems have always been computationally sensitive rather than overlooked, could it be that this time Foley encountered it?

Such an assumption simply does not convince Foley, who works in engineering. So why did Samel lie? Representative Foley is at a loss.

"But you never opened the door."

In fact, if you just want to see if John is sleeping, you can see everything going on in John's room by entering the security system from the modem.

This feature was rarely used by the couple after John was four years old, and perhaps they would sneak a peek at it when they were alone, but most of the time they wouldn't do it. They want to feel more secure about John's upbringing, and they also think that peeking at the child's every move is not appropriate for John, who has grown up.

Why the hell did Samel not go in after going upstairs, why did she lie that she had gone in, and she didn't think of the data device to remind her? Or was she distracted by something else and forgot to open the door to remind this setting.

What was it that distracted him? Representative Foley replays the conversation in his head, with Shamel saying that she would get up early to send John to school, and she said she didn't want her to send him to school...... She said to see if John was sleeping...... Don't actually want to talk to yourself? It dawned on Representative Foley.

Has the relationship between two people reached the point where they get tired of saying a word? He didn't want to think so, but apparently it was a common problem for couples who had been married for many years. Tired of each other, ...... each other

Representative Foley shook his head, unwilling to admit that he was like this, he understood his feelings, he was both grateful and appreciative of Sammel, although it was not love or not, the question was too complicated, he was not in the mood and did not have much time to think about it, he was willing to listen to Sammel's heart, if she had something on her mind, he should be the most suitable person to confide in, wouldn't he.

Maybe she prefers to talk to her own psychiatrist. Representative Foley walks past Sammel, and she slowly turns to go downstairs, "I'm going to take a shower." Tired voices, full of boredom, too much to say, these thoughts kept coming up, and Foley became distraught and rushed into the bedroom and fell to the bed.

The bed was big, big enough for the three of them, but it felt so empty now, like a cholera-infested harbor with no ships willing to dock.

Soon after the big bed was left alone, and Foley felt sleepy, he closed his eyes and heard the sound of the bathtub filling with water, didn't Shamel close the door? Maybe you can pretend to go in and get a towel and ......

Forget it, he's still too sleepy. Fatigue will come at any moment, and the giant will have to fall to his knees.