"Edgar, why do you look so moody? More than normal that is," Alfred had to correct himself.
"He's dreading what I will make him do for an entire hour today. Edgar Collins lost a bet with me," Alessandra informed everyone at the table. It was hard not to tell the world that she beat her perfect husband.
"You lost? That's surprising," Alfred commented. He wondered if Edgar lost to make Alessandra happy. Alfred expected that having Alessandra be under Edgar's command for an hour was not something Edgar would let fly by. "What do you plan to make him do today?"
Alessandra looked at the large clock standing in the dining room. "You will know what it is in three minutes. It is something you can look forward to. So can Caleb and Sally."
