The atoning sacrifice
It is not easy to admit it, but even in the Frits and Coby house, there is a slightly unspoken word every now and then. In this case, something about wrinkles, gray hair and small rolls of fat in places where, Uncle Frits is sure, were not the case in the past. Apparently, judging by her aunt's voice, a little bit to the sore leg.
So Uncle Fruts is now in the room with a tray full of coffee and apple pie.
“Look darling,” uncle plays his humble role with gusto, “look what I have for you. Coffee may still be hot, maybe you need to blow.'
Aunt looks at her husband filthy for a moment and then studies the atoning sacrifice that Uncle Frits carries in his hands. Could she resist it? That's not going to be easy, that's for sure