Aed was helping Aoife eat her morning porridge when Father appeared in the doorway. He stood still, watching his wife being fed by his son. He closed his eyes for several seconds before opening them and walking to his chair.
Before sitting, he gripped the back and said, “Is she well, Nuala? Is she healed?”
“Well enough, Father, as you can see. Can you not ask her yourself?”
He scowled at me for my cheek and turned to Aoife. “How are you, wife?”
Aoife swallowed, and looked up at him. “Those are the first words you’ve said to me in a year, and you cannot even say my name?”
Father turned pale and I saw the muscles of his jaw clench, but he did not let fly the angry retort I saw in his eyes.
“I am well enough, husband.” She looked back at her porridge and took the spoon from Aed. She slowly took her own bite of the porridge and looked back at Father, as if daring him to say something.
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