“Woman! We four are home from the fields and we bring supper with us!” Brogan yelled, holding up the string of fish with unmistakable flair.
“See, grandfather? See what I caught?” Ursala called to me in glee, running across the cobblestones half-carrying, half-dragging the giant fish with her. “I caught it! With my own line!”
“See this wooden spoon!” Tomasa shouted yet grinning as she raised a big spoon over her head and began shaking it. “I will c***k all of your heads if you get my kitchen splattered with mud! Now off with you, outside, and take those filthy clothes off and don some fresh ones. And you, dear husband. Clean those fish so I might prepare them for tonight’s meal—now, dear husband! Before I throw something at you!”
I began laughing at the spectacle before me as I bent t
