Vel sat at the small table sipping coffee and pretending to focus on her tablet and not the ravenous man who sat before her. He was clearly enjoying the breakfast she made for him. Every now and then, she would glance up from her tablet, but only for second before looking back at the screen. Quickly Josh demolished one blueberry waffle after another, the disturbing noises of his chewing and slurping, accompanied by the clanking of his fork and knife was all she could hear in their kitchen.
Such sounds would have disgusted and annoyed anyone else, and it did for her when they first met; however, now she had become accustomed to her husband’s strange, monstrous appetite and that of his disinterest in speaking when eating. He wasn’t conversing much with her, other than the occasional “uh-huh” and “yeah,” but she didn’t mind. Vel knew he was listening intently to her every word.
Past experiences had confirmed this. When late