Chuck disentangeled himself from Natalie and followed me into the kitchen asking if there was anything to eat. The refrigerator which used to be full, now sat half-empty. With only Dylan and I there hasn't been a need to have a large amount of extra food in the house. With 'no place to entertain', there haven't been boys and others wandering in and helping themselves to things from the fridge.Scarcely anyone has been over. Family and a few very close friends. Family...Chuck rummaged through the fridge and stated, "I know what I'll fix." He was thinking out loud of what he could prepare for Nat. The salad he made ended up being eaten only by him. She chose a hot pocket from the freezer, heated in the microwave. I joined them briefly at the table before they returned to the bedroom to finish watching the movie. Chuck asked if he might move in to the third bedroom for awhile. "Of course" was the answer, what can a mother say? Extenuating circumstances being what they are, extenuating circumstances....
And during these interchanges, Dylan slept in his room. Sick for the past two days, feverish, coughing. The little world we have established for ourselves, the nice opening up that has been going on over the past few months with this youngest son of mine. Well. We'll see. Chuck told me that he would pay rent. I told him to put that money into savings (and stop smoking).
It is three a.m. and as I sit here and write, the rain has stopped. The sound of distant thunder rolls somewhere off to the west and crickets can be heard outside. The house is still. The cats and children sleep.
|Star at the window, old house.|