"You didn't sell it today either?"
His wife looked at the exhausted Dr. Fabric. The large case in his hand looked exactly the same as when he had left that morning.
Although she already knew the answer, she asked out of habit, hoping for good news.
Dr. Fabric said, embarrassed, "Baron Bein thought it was pretty good, and the Lid Commerce Association asked me to bring it over tomorrow. The expo isn't over yet, is it? And even if it is..."
"Let's eat first. I'll go heat up the food," his wife interrupted Dr. Fabric.
"Okay." He deflated instantly.
He took off his coat, hung it on the wall, and gently placed the suitcase next to the cabinet.
It was his only hope of changing their lives.
"Are the children asleep?"
"Not yet. They're lying in bed, insisting on waiting for you to come home before they sleep."
Dr. Fabric forced a smile, crossed the narrow room, and went to the bedroom door.
"AWOO! The big Warg is here to eat the little children who won't sleep!"
