He checked his appearance in the hall mirror. His suit was impeccable, black, made of fine wool and tailored to him. He straightened his tie and turned around. “Be quiet for daddy, honey,” he heard his wife whisper. A normal person wouldn’t have been able to hear her, but he had powers normal people did not. He smiled and walked towards the kitchen. The kitchen was where she belonged, but by tonight, she’d learn what it meant to cross him. Black paused in the doorway to the kitchen. His wife was fluttering around, trying to please him. Trying to get back in his good graces. If she wasn’t so stupid, she’d realize that if she’d just play by the rules, she wouldn’t have to do anything extra to please him. He coughed. She froze. Then, she slowly turned around to face him. She looked frightened, but she didn’t make a sound. He liked that. “Come take your medicine, Glenna,” he said. Her lips began to tremble. “What… what about the baby?” He smiled. “The baby will be waiting for you when you get back.”
