Then, the door was slowly opened, the same screaming sound hurt her temples, and a weary fi gure approached. Again she swallowed two halves of the beef balls without remembering to chew them. They stuck in her throat before she drank several spoonfuls of soup. She managed to swallow and then cleared her throat. He left the door open or he forgot to close it, saying not a word.
The boys were doing what they usually did in one of the bedrooms, but their voices now seemed very distant to her. She tried to eat more and behave naturally, showing that she didn’t see or care. Meanwhile, she carefully cast a sidelong glance at Bing, her husband.