Sixty? For Isaac? What has he even spent all his bloody money on?” Marian asked. “We can’t afford to give him that much! Least we cancel our plans, of course! Need I remind you what tomorrow is?” She scolded.

“Well, what’s gotten you in a chipper mood, today? Have you finally cleared your brain of its cobwebs?”

“Oh Isaac,” she began with distress in her voice. “Have you seen your brother this morning? He never came home last night after he came to visit you. He said he’d be back before I woke up.”