His attempt at humor was not appreciated. She glared into his smirking face, willing herself not to slap it. Could he possibly understand how worried she'd been? Waiting around for hours, wondering if he would ever come home again, was torture. She didn't understand how the other wives, like Mafalda Yaxley, could do it so often without losing their minds. Those women had years of practice. She wasn't sure she'd last another hour.