I looked up. Across the table sat a woman with a pinched, mean face.
Her beady eyes were locked on the jade bracelet around my wrist, glittering with naked greed.
Beside her, a balding man who looked about fifty was hunched over a braised pork knuckle, gnawing at it with abandon. Grease slid down his chin and soaked into his collar.
They'd brought someone else along too: a man around thirty whose mental capacity was unclear. A long string of snot dangled from his nose, and he made no move to wipe it.
He stood there in a daze until his gaze drifted past me and landed on Madge. His eyes lit up instantly, and he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Wife! Mom, I'm finally getting a wife!"
