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My husband is a con man who is always working a scheme. Hal buys
and sells bits and pieces, usually at a loss. We have a house full of
junk and a storage shed stuffed to the rafters with more. He was
sweet and charming when we first met. He used to make me laugh. Then
we married, and it all went downhill from there.
He travels a lot, trading and bartering all over the land. I barely see him,
which is a blessing, for whenever he is home, I wish he wasn’t here.
I know my thoughts are wicked, and I imagine that the Goddess surely
looks down with a frown. But when I wedded him for better or worse, I
didn’t know it would always be worse. I live on scraps, mostly. Today, I’ve
called on our meager stores and a few root vegetables from the garden to
prepare a stew, which might last us a few days if I keep the portions small.
With the help of herbs and spices, I have added a little flavor. I sew, and I
weave, and that brings in a small amount of coin or supplies. This week
I’ve gotten half a dozen duck eggs, a sack of oatmeal, and enough coin to
buy flour to make the bread that will supplement tonight’s meal. Hopefully,
Hal has something from his latest travels that our local lord might want. He
returned yesterday morning from parts unknown with a laden cart, and then
went off to peddle his wares, promising that we would be eating the best
beef for supper.
If anything is bought, it will be out of a sense of charity. The lord’s men
have taken to warding Hal off afore he even gets near, so I don’t hold my
breath. If Hal sells naught, he will be in a bad mood and waste whatever
coin he has supping beer at the local tavern all night.
Maybe he will leave again tomorrow.
If he leaves, I can stretch the stew for a couple more days.
When he enters the cottage, however, I already know it has not gone
well for Hal or me. He is drunk, and bemoaning our lord as a bastard. Our
lord is a fair man who takes no nonsense. He also stepped in last year when
Bessy lost her husband to the pox, taking both her sons as apprentices to
work his land and gifting the widow enough supplies so she could get
through the winter.
As Hal takes a seat at the table, I feel shame for my situation and that
we have come to this. His cheeks are ruddy from the drink, and his speech
is slurred as he orders, “Get me some dinner, wife!”
I get him a bowl of the stew and put the fresh bread on the board before
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