“I’m ravenously hungry!” said Silvie, smiling. She helped herself to an even bigger portion of omelette and fried sausages than Janusz had put on his plate.
“That won’t harm you?”
“The babies need a lot of energy!”
She uttered the word babies with such enthusiasm it was as if they were already conceived. But how could that be if the bloodstain on her clothes last night had meant the natural conception from Janusz had been ejected from her body?
“But the planting of the fertilized eggs won’t happen until two weeks from now …”
“You think I don’t need energy so I can support the process?”
Janusz nodded. He decided not to push it. He didn’t want his wife to lose motivation and require another psychiatric session.
“Yes, you do need energy. And you’ll be very strong!”
Silvie ate as if
