Elf was a bit taciturn.
You’re not yourself, his wife Ana said. It was what she always said. She was right, in a way.
He roused himself from his mood and said, Why don’t we take tomorrow off and do something different?
You won’t be happy if we do.
I will. I promise.
What would we do?
We have two choices.
Well?
We can go to town or to the country.
They lived in a suburban glade at the edge of a small forest of second-growth oak. They were not very well-to-do elves but they had their magic.
