It's impossible to tell, entirely devoid of sound, except the tapping and tacking the stairs as she walked back down them, and with him behind her back before it, without expression or addition to it, following if that was a dig at it meaning of the two of them. Or the seven of them.
The kitchen is wide open and airy, light streaming in, more things all set across it to make it look picturesque and expensive, but what Allison stares at it thinking about is the disparity of a dining room table with all of them at it again. It's a strange thought. There's enough room, of course. But that hadn't happened even when they were all home for the week. Not really. Not even once, with all of them coming and going at different times whole the world counted down to ending.
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It's impossible to tell, entirely devoid of sound, except the tapping and tacking the stairs as she walked back down them, and with him behind her back before it, without expression or addition to it, following if that was a dig at it meaning of the two of them. Or the seven of them.
The kitchen is wide open and airy, light streaming in, more things all set across it to make it look picturesque and expensive, but what Allison stares at it thinking about is the disparity of a dining room table with all of them at it again. It's a strange thought. There's enough room, of course. But that hadn't happened even when they were all home for the week. Not really. Not even once, with all of them coming and going at different times whole the world counted down to ending.