Despite Martin's vomiting, we finished breakfast without any other problems. I couldn't judge Martin's attitude; I mean, the first time I tasted raw meat, I was also afraid; in fact, Angus had insisted so much that he convinced me to try it. The first bite was strange; tasting it raw was a little odd when you are used to eating fried or cooked meat. I was unsure if I liked the taste at the time because I was already pregnant; maybe it was a result of the baby being a boy and liking the taste because of its animal nature. When Helga affirmed my comment, I wondered if she hadn't tried it during her pregnancy either, but I would ask her later. In a way, I was tempted to try it again.
I finally felt useful when Helga called me to help her with the dishes. Angus had ordered Martin to take hims
