Bridget hoped that Marissa’s convictions would hold up as her world changed.  She seemed to truly want to make things work with her husband, when she wasn’t lost in anger and resentment.  In truth Marissa impressed Bridget.  She wasn’t sure she would have gone to the trouble to try to save her marriage if their positions had been reversed.<br/><br/>Bridget smiled slightly down at Cyril, just a hint of approval in her eyes and her voice when she spoke.  “It would please me for you to please Marissa, let that be answer enough for now.  While you are in my home you will obey me as always, and that includes being honest about your emotions with your wife, do you understand Cyril?” she asked, her voice firm but not unkind as she waited a moment for his reaction.<br/><br/>“Now, let us see what you can handle and what you cannot,” she said to no one in particular.  In truth she could have been speaking of both of them.  There wasn’t anything easy about the situation, and they would both struggle under her care.<br/><br/>“Cyril, go prepare yourself in the safe room,” she said.  “We will join you momentarily and I expect you to be waiting patiently when we arrive.”<br/>