"Do you miss him?" Clytemnestra asked.
Penelope stopped weaving the burial shroud. Clytemnestra thought about Iphigenia, whom she couldn’t weave one for because Agamemnon fed her to a monster. "Sometimes. Telemachus is a difficult child."
So is Orestes, Clytemnestra sighed. All Agamemnon’s ruthlessness but none of his wit.
"Is it worth waiting?" She asked.
Penelope stared at a faraway point on the wall. "Sometimes I'm unsure I want him to return. What about you?"
"I do," Clytemnestra said. But for a different reason.
"Take care. Agamemnon is difficult too."
Does she know? Clytemnestra wondered, but Penelope only continued her weaving.