She was sitting on the table next to mine. Husband and kids were there as well. It was 12pm. I had just sit and ordered coffee. They started browsing through the menus and decided to ask each for an entrance, plate, dessert. A glace of wine. ‘Yes, please’, she said. The kids would have chicken nuggets and ice cream, chocolate, vanilla, strawberry. The waiter came. The husband said: ‘For me a red wine, for her a soft drink’. A look at her, her gaze on me, pale, speechless, and aggression. Wife is also a child. Infantilization, unsuitable to make basic decisions, de dominant, the leader, the strong male has to be shown in the little niceties. It is what’s respectable these days. The waiter angrily, reproachingly, said: ‘only water for you then’. She said nothing, not there, not after, silence, resignation. For the sake of the family, that is what’s called these days. A look at her ‘take your wine’, I wanted to say, her pale face ‘I don’t have the strength’. ‘Stop him on his game’, that’s so easy to say’. It takes time to learn.