It is odd, however, VF had worked in the home for 5 years. So her husband would have some trust in SS. And maybe the explanation relieved his fears that she had been harmed on her way home, or something. So he felt a sense of relief and went home to sleep after a full nights shift of work.
Exactly! I imagine to Mr. F, he is hearing that his wife is fine from the "Horse's Mouth." We all know what's going on behind the "Mansion Walls," but what is Mr. F. seeing? NO WAY he, any more than any of the others who talked with Mr. S, strolled by the house, cut the lawn, even his own SISTER, unless paranoid, imagine Mr. S is talking with a knife to his throat. WE know the truth and WE keep saying unimaginable, unspeakable, incredible, how could this have happened?
It's a fact of the technology. A voice, a picture, a text, a post "tricks" us into thinking we are getting the whole truth because we have some representation of it. In this case, he is actually hearing Mr. S's calm, apologetic, truthful sounding voice--he has probably heard that voice before.
That voice causes him to imagine busy Mr. S inside his spacious and SAFE quarters, and his wife SAFE at the hospital. Which one? Is it his business to ask Mr. S. which hospital Mrs. S is at or what is wrong with her? Does he want to make Mr. S. think he will storm the hospital like some madman and make his wife come home when she's at work?
He sees no broken glass, hears no screams, finds no blood on the front door knob, nothing, nothing out of the usual.
He's have to have an overactive imagination, a reason to mistrust Mr. S (when no one else does), or be in the grip of some compulsion about his wife to pursue her whereabouts any further or start asking a million questions like Mr. S. should be on the hot seat
The reassuring and professional voice on the cellphone caused him to construct the circumstances and setting around the voice. The voice was normal, so in Mr. F's mind the circumstances and setting were. He could not see what was not visible.
Neither could the rest of the world that went about its business a few feet away. all that time, day, night, and day again.
It was Mr. S's voice that created the semblance of order, safety, business as usual.
Only belching smoke and leaping flames destroyed the illusion.