While eating a French toast with sausage breakfast late this morning, just Max (the fifteen-year-old), Scott and I since the other three kids were still at Grandma and Grandpa’s after a sleepover in Edgewater last night:
Max: This is nice. Good food and peace. Do you think the others could stay away for another day or two? I’m feeling so very peaceful without them here.
Cassie: No. (Pause) Does this bring you back to those times long ago when you were the only child?
Max: Can’t remember that.
Scott: Me either. Why did we have so many kids?
Cassie: You guys!
Max: Let’s just enjoy the moment while it lasts. Look, everyone can read the paper and just sit here quietly.
Cassie: I guess.