Silence

Nobody has accused Vivian or me of being laconic or reserved or introverted or tight with words. But with Evan gone the house seems so quiet. Vivian says what she wants to and then shuts up to listen to what I have to say or till she is ready to speak again. Not so with Evan who can keep a constant stream of sound emanating from his mouth. If the conversation were to ever dry up he can always throw in a "why?" or two in a clutch.

Jo sent me a photo of Evan playing with trains at Aunt Jo's in Arizona. It's only been a day and a half since they left. And it's quite obvious that Vivian and I miss the noisy brat.