He sleeps on your side of the bed, and he won’t come when I call him.”

“He’s sulking.”

“He’s a retriever.

A retriever’s sulk is a science.”

Her mouth pulled into something close to a smile, and then it went away again.

“You’re standing like you’re on a parade ground,” she said.

“You slept in that chair again.”

“I slept in that chair.”