A burly man with torn and tattered clothes appeared at the door. Jane was appalled to see her husband in this state but gave a deadpan expression. As soon as the children saw their father, they hid inside their rooms. Once her husband stepped foot into the house, he ran as fast as he could to his room, hoping to find expensive and exquisite things to pawn. "You know what you have done. Now stop it. You have squandered all our savings! Didn't we settle this the last time? We are supposed to build a stable environment for the children." Jane spoke in a melancholic voice. "I can't! I am trying to make a steady income for the family! It is just my luck, give me time, I am sure I will fix this. Don't you understand?" John replied in a fit of pique.
Tears welled up in Jane's eyes but she blinked it away. "No. I do not understand you anymore! Has gambling taken your soul away?" Jane fought back. This was going to be a long night for the family.