He didn't smile or laugh like he used to, nor did he converse with her - it was like she'd married a stranger! The neighbours wouldn't stop trying to come over and see him, no matter how many times she said he was sick and shouldn't exert himself with visitations and the like.
If she had to pinpoint his change, if she had to reach back through the past year or so she could drop her conclusion on that one day when he'd come home late and - the squeal of her favourite kettle broke her reverie, snapping her back to her reality and kick-starting her desire for a cup of tea with her dearest husband.
He wasn't much of a tea drinker now but ever since she'd nabbed his favourite ingredient from one of those pesky out-of-town children that used to mess up his garden and taunt him through the basement window, why he just couldn't get enough of her brew!
It was like he had a piece of himself back, not verbally but emotionally. He'd always loved a cup of tea first thing and now he was clawing at the air for one any time she came downstairs to see him. She could almost pretend he wanted her and her affections rather than the new brew but the iron tang to his breath said otherwise.
Such a shame it all turned out like this. Just last month they were picking out new curtains and now she was picking bits of that ruffian child out of the meat tenderizer that her dearest gave her last Christmas. She may have let her emotions get the better of her that time but in her defense the boy had spotted her husband and would have told the whole neighbourhood if she hadn't stepped in.
Though he was decomposing in general presently, his sense of smell was the first thing to go and luckily too - the rest of the boy was draining into the bathtub so that she could get every ounce of moisture from his young body. Her husband deserved only the best and no matter his state, she would give him everything she could.
At least til he rotted to nothing...whenever that might be.
If she had to pinpoint his change, if she had to reach back through the past year or so she could drop her conclusion on that one day when he'd come home late and - the squeal of her favourite kettle broke her reverie, snapping her back to her reality and kick-starting her desire for a cup of tea with her dearest husband.
He wasn't much of a tea drinker now but ever since she'd nabbed his favourite ingredient from one of those pesky out-of-town children that used to mess up his garden and taunt him through the basement window, why he just couldn't get enough of her brew!
It was like he had a piece of himself back, not verbally but emotionally. He'd always loved a cup of tea first thing and now he was clawing at the air for one any time she came downstairs to see him. She could almost pretend he wanted her and her affections rather than the new brew but the iron tang to his breath said otherwise.
Such a shame it all turned out like this. Just last month they were picking out new curtains and now she was picking bits of that ruffian child out of the meat tenderizer that her dearest gave her last Christmas. She may have let her emotions get the better of her that time but in her defense the boy had spotted her husband and would have told the whole neighbourhood if she hadn't stepped in.
Though he was decomposing in general presently, his sense of smell was the first thing to go and luckily too - the rest of the boy was draining into the bathtub so that she could get every ounce of moisture from his young body. Her husband deserved only the best and no matter his state, she would give him everything she could.
At least til he rotted to nothing...whenever that might be.
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