After an hour Phill quit looking at his phone, he had to remember that there was no telling what Simon was up to, and if he remember to plug the phone in that day.  While eager for the answer, he was confident that he would get one.  By the afternoon Phill was able to turn his thoughts back on to work and get some preliminary sketches done.  He took his unremarkable lunch, and came back to finish out a day.  He checked his phone periodically, and still no messages from Simon, but again this wasn’t abnormal.  The drive home in his beige Volvo station wagon was uneventful, and seemed in odd contrast to his epiphany early that morning.  He came to what seemed a momentous decision, and life simply went on.<br/>Coming into his house Phill pauses to hang up his overcoat and heads over to his wife is, and debates on telling her about Simon, but decides to wait.  After all, Simon could be busy, or not interested.  He debated on starting things early and pushing her over the arm of the couch, but then that is not how gentlemen act, and he couldn’t quite get himself to override how he was raised.  So he said a hello, gave her a brief kiss and went upstairs to change offering down a quick question about dinner.  It was their routine.  He knew it by now, he would come down she would ask about work, and he would gloss over it.  While he enjoyed the mathematical challenges, Phill was sure listening about him drawing all day would be boring.<br/>As it was the normal routine lasted the day, and it was the next morning before Phill saw the messages on his phone.  Their morning routine was in place, a nice sit down breakfast.  Phill was on his third cup of coffee and felt more human now, so he was checking messages from work.  He should be talking to his wife that was sitting across from him, but that wasn’t their routine.  That’s when he saw the message from Simon.  He grinned, then frowned.  Yeah.. Kate.  He hadn’t talked about it with her at all.  He had no idea if she was going to be okay with this or not.<br/>Looking up at her Phill stared at her a moment, she was rather lovely.  He could only imagine how nice she would look restrained.  After a moment it occurred to him he was staring at her, and put a smile on his lips. “Sorry, didn’t mean to stare, but you are so very lovely sometimes it’s hard not to.”  It was a simple statement, true in its meaning, but it shattered their routine as he flirted with her over breakfast.  “I uh…  I was talking with Simon.  He’s doing well.  Um.  Well, he had some thoughts on, on how we can improve things, Kate.  I was thinking we could meet for lunch with him, and discuss it.”<br/>