Pin It I walked through the living room to the deafening sounds echoing in my ears: Chatter. Giggle. Gabble. Yak.
I moved into the step-down family room and closed the double sets of French doors to block out the clamorous din.
I was in the inner sanctum; the safe refuge.
I was soon joined by my brother and brother-in-law.
The French doors opened: Gossip. Squeal. Blather. Gibber. Gab.
The doors immediately snapped shut as my dad entered the room; the guffaws of the catamenial hyenas were instantly muffled.
From this hallowed room poured the strains of Joe Cocker, Kenny Loggins, & The Eagles…
A few minutes later my brother stood and moved to the doors to use the bathroom. “If I’m not back in two minutes, come and save me.”
The doors opened: Snort. Chortle. Twitter. Guffaw.
The doors were closed as he braved the piercing giggles alone.
Basking in silence.
Dr. Pepper and Diet Coke.
Reminiscing of days gone by.
The door opened: Shriek. Snort. Cluck. Titter.
French doors snapped shut.
My brother had returned, breathing hard…as if just escaped from drowning