He saw her when he opened the door. Things gleamed with cleanliness. Guilt nagged at him when he saw that she was trying to be a good wife. God damn it, he thought. He sighed and simply nodded at her, his eyes dropping to the floor. He couldn't tell her. He fucked up and he couldn't tell her! But he would have to tell her about Ruth being in the flat though. "I thought ye should know that I am lettin' a woman and her children take the flat above the bakery... She'll be workin' fer her rent, but she won't be down in the bakery wit' me, just doin' her cookin' upstairs to help me. Once her son is old enough, I'll be havin' him as me apprentice in the shop itself."

His voice was gruff as he spoke more, "I need ta take time away from the bakery ta spend wit' ye and it'd take that chore off yer shoulders as well." Lying piece of horse shit, he thought to himself.