Sven's wife, Agnes.Sven joined hands in gratitude, then stood up and picked up the dishes from the table. Agnes stood up in turn, but with more difficulty, and took the silverware that he hadn’t collected yet. Sven came over immediately and gently took the silverware from her hands. "Wait, let me take it"Sven's wife, Agnes. by BerriesPoison
She sighed, but let him take them. "Thanks," she said, with little conviction. She walked away from the table to sit on the couch in the living room.
Sven arranged the dishes in the dishwasher, picked up what was left on the table and, when everything was settled, washed his hands and joined Agnes into the living room. She was sitting primly on the couch and her fingers were stroking the cover of the book in her lap, but her gaze was far away, lost in the landscape she saw from the window. When she saw him, standing in the doorway, her hands instinctively retreated from the book, but then she immediately took it and placed it on the bedside table. Sven couldn't help but notice the trembling of her