a visit

Photo: F Romero

The waves crashed against the side of the house.

“Do they always do that?”

“Yeah, they do. After a while they just sound like the purr of the dishwasher.”

“Do you ever get scared?”

“Of what?”

“That they are going to break the glass?”

“The windows? No, they’re fine; they’re new, just installed last Spring.”

“They block out the sound well.”

Sounds of sirens.

Cops marathon on the TV.

“I don’t remember Tennessee bordering the ocean.”

“Oh yeah,” turning back towards the water and shaking head, “it does.”

“When did you get here?”

“She’s always been here.”

“You see the waves crashing against the house?”

Shakes her head ‘yes’.

Staring at me.