“Got a trout for you,” he said brusquely.
He shuffled at the door and coughed.
I took the glistening silver fish from him. “That’s kind.”
The man seemed to be waiting for something. Did he want payment?
“Will you come back this evening and share with me?” I suggested.
“Demasiado pequeno. Too small for both.”
“I’ll make roast tatties, lots of them.”
“Alright, entonces,” he said, almost grudgingly.
There was no telling what was in the man’s mind. Still isn’t, and we’ve been married now these twelve years.