Lincoln came with a frown on his face. The night had descended on the earth, and the exhaustion from the day was evident on his face.
"Selma? Selma?" His eyes searched for his wife as soon as he entered the house.
"I am here in the kitchen."
He followed her voice to find her working in the kitchen. She brought a glass of water for him, telling him to sit in the chair. She watched him drinking the water. The years of presence had taught her every single detail about her husband.
"What happened, Lincoln? You look stressed today. Did something happen?" She asked in concern, taking a seat in the next chair.
Lincoln sighed, shaking his head. "What should I tell you, Selma? This Gage is making me go insane."
"What did he do now?"
"I went to meet my friends after finishing my work. One of them asked if we could sell our spices to his brother-in-law in the next town. He has just begun his business."
