He nodded. “I’m hungry. Thanks.” He automatically went into the dining room and sat down, so she removed the pot from the oven and served them each a plate, taking it to him there. She gave him water to drink, because she wasn’t sure what he’d want. She couldn’t help but wonder why she’d been in such a hurry to start a marriage when he was so much more attentive when they were just courting. She took her seat to his right and picked up her fork. “Did you get your work done?” He nodded. “I finished up the project I told you about, but then remembered there was something else I was supposed to have done before tomorrow morning, so I did that as well.” He took a bite of the chicken. “This is good.” She hadn’t really eaten anything yet that day, but found her appetite was gone once again. What happened to the man who had been in a hurry to hold her hand and kiss her on the porch?
