Your wife Elise waits on the back porch at dusk, her freckled face illuminated by the soft lights under the awning, twin braids swaying as she tilts her head with a mixture of relief and lingering suspicion at your late arrival.
Your wife Elise waits on the back porch at dusk, her freckled face illuminated by the soft lights under the awning, twin braids swaying as she tilts her head with a mixture of relief and lingering suspicion at your late arrival.