You see, it so happens that you can do other things, too; and I'd rather you did those.

Billy, you haven't played to me for a week, nor sung to me for a month.

You're too tired every night to talk, or read together, or go anywhere with me.

I married for companionship--not cooking and sweeping!" Billy shook her head stubbornly.

Her mouth settled into determined lines.
"That's all very well to say.