They sat at the dining-room table, the family of four. No one talked, no one wanted to. Dinner for them was quite time and that's how it's always been. Someone sneezed, the mom turned and look with her soft eyes and with her eyes she said thank you. It's a tradition and they love it. Mom makes dinner dad sets the table and the kids sit and wait. When it's time for dessert they talk. Mom asked how was your day and they all answer with the same chipper "good" and they ask her back. Next was bedtime, they bushed their teeth and said their good nights. House was silent and so was the town.