The sound of rustling clothes, the movement of legs echoed from the floor, the escaping of yawns, mini-epidemic, of open mouths, as the son asks me and his sister:
\"Do you hear the call before I shower?\"
\"Yes,\" the answer.
Then my list, the sorting pf dryer clothes, a pile of rolled towels, the segregation of bundles of socks, and others. The handoff begins, the pass not intercepted as a line from utility to facility if formed.
Next dishes.
A packed lunch as the drone of morning news pounds sensibilities relieved by the good news segment.
A separation as each steps forth on a daily trek.