Xav had been discharged from the hospital, but Anya didn't know who had taken him back to the flat. What was clear was that when she returned he was already there, facing a stack of money on the table. There were also a few packets of food there, and he hadn't touched them at all.
"'Finally you're home,' Xav said, greeting his wife.
"Is your arm feeling better?" Anya touched the part of the bandaged arm deliberately.
"Ouch! Did you do that on purpose? It really hurts!"
"Soorryyy...." "Wow, there's so much food...." she said as she scanned the food on the table.
"Why don't you eat it? It's not tasty when it gets cold," Anya plucked one of the chicken thighs.
Xav hit her hand hard.
"Wash your hands first!" he scolded.
Anya then dropped the drumstick back into its container, she glan
