the_backdoor_plumber

The house had that particular quiet it only got after nine, when the kids were down and the dishwasher hummed its white-noise lullaby in the kitchen. Lucy was curled against my side on the sectional,

The house had finally stilled. Not the restless pause of kids fighting sleep or the false calm of a timeout, but the thick, heavy silence of a home where the little ones had surrendered to dreams. I s