“I see you’re finally chopping that wood I wanted! Now we won’t freeze to death since there’s a storm coming!” Agatha had to ask her husband more than once to do anything, but seeing him actually doing something productive was rewarding.
Jake was usually preoccupied with inventions. Some may have been good ideas, but what Mary needed was a practical man, not a dreamer. Of course she had no problem often reminding him of this fact.
Sharpening the axe, Jake took his time–physical labor wasn’t his forte. He turned to Agatha. “So how do you like the couch I invented?”