"Of course I speak, dear." Alexandra coolly returned despite being anything but. His absurd question confirmed every doubt she now held over his sanity. What had caused the shift then? Men had affairs all the time if her friends were to be believed, that Philip would be this moved by something so trivial was ridiculous to consider. The children were all fairing well, his career was as bland as ever. An addiction, perhaps? Someone out of their mind on whatever illicit substance floating around at parties might've made sense, except she knew Philip. The man she knew had never even indulged in too many glasses of wine at dinner.
She took another sip of her wine, and with it another opportunity to ponder his behavior. A drug addiction made the most sense — but to what substance? He was erratic and paranoid, the only drugs Alexandra had ever indulged in had only mellowed her out enough to sleep. Perhaps she ought to have the chef slip some laudanum into his food at supper to encourage his rest, maybe then he'd return to his typical behaviors.
"Are we to discuss the weather? Or would you rather I comment on the food?" It was obvious by her tone that neither was a topic she held any interest in discussing.
She took another sip of her wine, and with it another opportunity to ponder his behavior. A drug addiction made the most sense — but to what substance? He was erratic and paranoid, the only drugs Alexandra had ever indulged in had only mellowed her out enough to sleep. Perhaps she ought to have the chef slip some laudanum into his food at supper to encourage his rest, maybe then he'd return to his typical behaviors.
"Are we to discuss the weather? Or would you rather I comment on the food?" It was obvious by her tone that neither was a topic she held any interest in discussing.