"It does look just like it," the master gives voice to his musings.
"What does?" the wife continues at her work.
"What I'm referring to is the big bald spot on your head. You're aware of it?"
"I am." The work of her hands doesn't miss a beat. She registers no particular concern over the matter. The quintessential unflappable wife.
"Was it there when we married, or has it come about since?" the master enquires. If it was there when they married, he can make the case for deception. He doesn't say this, but he's thinking it.
"I really don't remember. What's a little bare patch anyway?" The wife now is fully engaged.
"What is it? It's your own head, that's what it is." In the master's reply are tinges of irritation.
"What about my head, then?" the wife asks him back. All the same, she seems a bit concerned. She brings her right hand to her head and gives it a pat. "Oh my. It's grown. It's much larger than I thought." She's realized, it seems, that the spot is excessive in relation to her years.
"When a woman ties up her hair, it pulls here. Anyone develops a bare patch." She becomes a bit defensive.
"At that rate, all women'd all be bald as kettles by forty. There's something wrong with you, and it could be communicable. Have Amaki look at it, and don't delay." The master rubs his hand over his own head.
"What about you and your gray nose hairs? If balding is communicable then so is graying." The wife is cross now.