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“Dinner is served, honey.”
Martins loved his wife and how she always found a way to put food on the table despite a famine and them hardly having any money as there was an ongoing war.

He came into their little cottage, tired from working in the mines all day. His son’s chair was empty, which was strange because Keith was always hungry. A child that loved to eat.
“Call Keith for dinner,” he said.
“I can’t do that,” she answered.
“Why?”
“He is no longer with us,” she replied with a saccharine smile and bloodshot eyes.
“Dinner is served honey.”