My wife always says bath time is when she can finally relax, and she often soaks for ages while humming happily. Then my brother quits his job and comes to stay with us while looking for new work. Once he moves in, my wife’s baths seem to grow even longer. I assume the bathroom is simply the only place where she can be alone and occasionally remind her not to stay in too long. It never crosses my mind that my brother is in there with her, their naked bodies entwined behind the closed door.