塞姆利亚文库 #3短篇 （空之轨迹短小说）(12)

She sighed in a way that was half frustrated, half disappointed. She never cared about money. Why would he try to win an argument with it? She could only say quietly in her mind, ‘My husband is an idiot.’
With one particularly obnoxious clink, she set down her utensils then glared at him with an uncomfortable firmness that would have a lesser man avert his eyes in shame. She bit her bottom lip before asking:
‘Have you asked Jubilee what SHE wants?’