He has gone back to being a great husband to me again. I tell myself I will be enjoying every time he acts nice to me while I figure out a way to escape him.
We go around buying strange objects, from petal shaped glasses to hats and necklaces designed with flowers. But I can't wait to taste the food Tara told me about.
"Frank, where do they sell food? I want to taste some." I tell him.
"Really? I am not sure there's anything you will like, though. But if you want to try it then why not? Let's go."
He leads me to a row of tents where some people have queued up, waiting to buy the food outside the tents. Frank walks up to the very front of each queue and buys the food at twice the price everyone is paying. No one complains to him for buying ahead of them without joining the queue; I gue
