Once the man was done. His hair was wet, some of it dangling over his forehead. Theo's every activity is silently highlighted through the reflection of the glass. Rose watched his back. Theo was deep in thought about something, which Rose couldn't possibly ask him outright. They were both silent. The sound of the hair dryer filled the room. Rose smoothed her half-dried blonde hair, never ceasing to make Theo her main object. The man was now sleeping sideways on the bed with his head still wet. "If you're going to sleep, make sure you're really ready for it," Rose said impatiently. Theo's behavior was exactly unruly, not even paying attention to her words, only the body occasionally moved—moving positions. "Theo!" Rose's tone was suddenly irritated. To her surprise, he had suddenly left her alone in the room. She had thought Theo wouldn't be back, but the door opened. Her husband entered with a glass of w
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