Robert waited fifteen minutes after she’d left before getting up out of bed, sliding on a green and white striped t-shirt and some grey dungarees, putting on his socks and shoes, tying his laces with bunny ears, laying out a couple of still-warm sausages and a bowl of chilled water for the dogs and a tin of tuna for Rachel, combing his hair to the left hand side, checking it in the mirror, turning on the gas, kneeling down, laying a satin cushion onto the grate, manoeuvring his head inside the oven, and closing his eyes.