He nodded. "Very good," he said and slapped
the table. Then he stood up. "Your uncle Tyler hereby
swears to keep his big mouth shut and his philosophical muttering to himself."
"No, don't do that," I said, laughing. "I came
here for those tidbits of wisdom."
He laughed and hugged me just as Aunt
Zipporah appeared in the kitchen doorway, still in her
nightgown, her eyes looking like they were filled with
spiderwebs.
"What is going on here? It's still the middle of
the night."
"Not quite, Zipporah. Alice and I are solving the world's problems. We thought if we could do that
before breakfast, we'd enjoy lunch."
"Did he wake you up?"
"No, I was up," I said. She tilted her head.
"Little white lie," I added. "I'm taking your advice," I
said, and she brightened a bit.
"I'm going up to shower and dress. Since you've
spoiled my night's sleep, I might as well start the
day."
"See you two later," Uncle Tyler said, starting
out.
"We're going to do a little shopping this
morning. I told you, remember?" Aunt Zipporah
called to him
"Yes, no problem. We're fine. Take all the time
you need," he said and left.
"I'll be right down," Aunt Zipporah said. "Eat
something. Don't wait for me."
She hurried back upstairs.