It was proven that he was wilder than her imaginations. Unfortunately, someone forgot to close the window, causing Aristotle, who was playing in the courtyard, to question Mary inquisitively.
Mary blushed, unsure of how to explain it to him. “We-well... It’s not that... How could your daddy possibly be hitting your mommy? They’re probably just biting each other’s ears.”
Aristotle’s little face filled with fear. “Can pewple... eat ears?”
Mary was at her wits’ end. She could only cover Aristotle’s ears. “Let’s go to the kitchen. I’ll make something for you to eat.”
Mark finally fell asleep when the sky grew dark. He had lost a lot of weight and the outline of his face seemed sharper and more prominent. His already long and slender fingers were now boney. Arianne’s heart ached as she stared at him. Both of them had suffered greatly during this period of time.
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