My fingers tapped a tune onto my dining table as I waited for my wife. After just returning from war, I realized I had only met the woman once. I guessed she must’ve been lonely.

I heard small steps draw near and straightened in my chair. She walked in and I couldn’t help but admire her looks.

“Good afternoon, is it not?” I started.

I watched her take the seat across me. I sucked on a tooth.

“I had the cook prepare only what you like.”

I looked down at the table abundant in foods.