When Josef entered the kitchen, she was already standing at the table. ‘Here,’ she said, quarter-filling two glasses with ouzo and sliding one in front of him. ‘Sit down.’ She felt a small irritation at his expression of confusion. From the bench she brought over salted breadsticks and a small bowl of olives. Josef sat obediently. There had often been moments of silence between them, especially over the past three years, but it now thundered in her ears. She sat opposite him, picked up her glass and waited for him to do the same. He lifted his and mirrored her movement. The glasses met as did their eyes for the briefest of moments. ‘Eat,’ she said and pushed the olives towards him.
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Josef raised the glass to his lips and paused before sipping. He studied his wife as she self-conscio
