"What's wrong, stupid wife?" Karl asked, tilting his head, his big baby-blue eyes full of innocent curiosity.
Ruby just smiled, shaking her head. "Nothing, stupid husband," she replied, taking another bite. Eat your own food and do nothing, she thought.
Karl blinked, stunned. Wait... did she just call me stupid husband? He opened his mouth to reply, but one look from Julian's glare shut him up quickly.
After they finished their meal, night had fallen. The massive red moon hung low, casting a haunting red glow over everything. Shadows stretched long on the ground as fog began to curl around their feet, and the soft chirping of crickets filled the air.
Ruby led her husbands back home through the eerie red-lit path. Once they reached their little slum house, she was too tired to even think of a bath. She took a long drink from the earthen pot, grateful for even that small comfort.
