Six
I am most at home where the wild things are.
Sister Ursula Divine Mermaid
After lunch, Myla tucked Lily into David’s sister’s bed. Stefan walked Ernesto home while Myla and David cleaned the kitchen. They worked side by side, mostly wordlessly. Then they sat at the table, each with a cup of tea in hand. Myla thought it was nice to be in the same room with someone and not have to talk. No awkwardness at the silence, no searching for the right words, just silence.
“When you were here before,” Myla said after a time, “we often didn’t talk, did we?” She laughed before he answered. “I mean we spent quiet times together too. We would walk the wash together, or sit on my porch. You had a sketch pad. And I had . . . what did I have? A drink in my hand, probably.”
“We didn’t talk,” David s
