On Monday, Mr. Klein got up a little after six. It was the first time in nearly ten years that he had risen so early. After getting everything ready, he sat beside the table and stared blankly at the clear sky outside.
In the last week of May, the sky was already bright a little after six.
His wife also got up and prepared breakfast for him. The two of them sat at the dining table, which had cost more than a thousand dollars, staring at the sumptuous meal without the slightest appetite.
Not even a little.
Two fried eggs were paired with fine ham and bacon, along with some tomatoes and vegetables. It was their favorite breakfast under normal circumstances.
Exquisite, nutritious, and delicious.
But at that moment, they had no desire even to touch it.
"Will... it be very bad?" Mrs. Klein asked as she helped straighten her husband's collar.
Mr. Klein remained silent, lacking even the desire to answer his wife's question. He was like an empty shell that had lost its soul.
On Sunday, the television had reported that the current price of silver at some ports had fallen to thirteen dollars. He no longer dared to hold out any expectations for the present.
He only hoped that it would not fall too much.
After a long while, he finally raised his head with difficulty and forced a smile. "Don't worry. It'll be fine..."
Mrs. Klein silently returned to the dressing room. She began sorting through the various hats, clothing, and accessories they had bought either recently or some time ago. As she looked at the jewelry on the red velvet pad, the reluctance in her eyes was impossible to hide.
She planned to sell all of it to deal with the financial crisis that might