Birth from ashes

Ten years have passed and my wife brings me breakfast at exactly nine thirty in the morning. At ten o'clock last Sunday, as I was walking angrily to the other side of the house to scold her for being late, I heard her arguing with her neighbor over her last piece of gold. In truth, she admitted her shortcoming when I confronted her about her mistake, but she did not tell me that I should not wait for her anymore!