Tessara - Crimson
Matho’s stomach growled. He’d grown over the summer. His mother had made him a new tunic, but the light wool made his skin itch in the heat. “It will be good enough soon,” she said.
He heard his father come home from working at the warehouses. And sure enough, he said the same thing he always said, “What a day.” Then he plodded into the kitchen. That was Matho’s cue to join the family to eat.
The family sat around a wooden table in the kitchen. No triclinium here, just a good table. His two brothers and his sister were already there. All of them were waiting for him.
They bowed heads as Father blessed the food. “In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit.”
“Amen,” the family responded.
Mother laid out lamb stew, turnips in honey, boiled eggs, and half a
