“I didn’t think you wanted a cigar tonight.”
“I didn’t.”
“Then why are you having one?”
“All I wanted was to sit down to a little quiet and read…I have moved and tried every room, space, and area in the house. There is no quiet. Everyone is wound, so here I am: finding quiet where I can. I’ll try again in the morning when everyone else is asleep.”
She laughed, entertained at his taste of a mother’s everyday.
“I get it,” she spoke. “I hope you enjoy your quiet,” and left him to the porch, cigar, and night.