She’d never considered herself a chatty person, she left that to her mother. But in a house of eight, sometimes nine, there was always someone talking or shouting or screaming. She couldn’t help a rueful twist of her lips at the irony of her wishing just a few weeks ago for a few moments’ quiet. Now, what she wouldn’t give to be in the middle of that maelstrom, deafened by chatter and squabbling.
