• No morning door slam announcing Tori’s entry into the building!
• No snores from next to me. (I snore too, but I never hear them.)
• No herd noises stomping up the stairs. How 2 young females can crush a stair tread like Erin and Tori amazes me.
• No loud talking from downstairs. When Tori talks downstairs, you can hear her word for word on most occasions.
• No TV drowning conversations emanating from the kitchen. Once again, Tori.

Of course there’s a downside to the quiet. Marylou feels she needs to chat me up when she sees me idle. Idle is interpreted differently by both of us. Mostly I don’t want to talk to her at all, but she feels some sort of responsibility to entertain me with stories of how she was raised, or how she cared for Nina when she was young, and the latest story of how she saved Richie from a beating from Armand. It makes you consider suicide sometimes. Tales from the crypt. I was told this week that I’d miss her when she is gone. Since I couldn’t reply to this person without profanity, I just walked away.

Saturday can’t come soon enough.