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His Standards I sat on Paulís bed while using the phone. Speaking to my husband, I had no fear of being alone, only the angst of being with someone, simply, to assuage my loneliness. This room with its mis-matched set; discards from a former life. All the things his wife no longer valued. I hung the phone and fluffed the bed never wanting to lie there again. I seem to value my husband, most, when others donít meet his standards.