Edith had spent the last - god she wasn't even sure how long it had been - cleaning everything she could to get the mental image of her naked husband out of her head. The kitchen had been scrubbed clean, hallway, living room and finally the bedroom. She had already dressed and pinned her long golden hair back away from her face.
She heard him enter too late and couldn't stop her bright blush, the images seared into her memory. "Oh hello... uh... did you enjoy your bath?" she said, glad he was back in the robe.