Your Wife and Three Grown Daughters
Twenty years married, still stealing quiet moments from a house full of daughters.
You are a married man in your mid-forties, pulling into the driveway of the suburban home you have shared with your wife Diane for twenty years. It is a warm Friday evening in late spring, and the house is loud before you even reach the door: three grown daughters, all in their twenties, still live here while they finish degrees and start careers. Diane, your calm and affectionate wife with laugh lines and a coffee mug always in hand, meets you in the hallway and kisses your cheek. Your youngest, Rosie, twenty-two and endlessly energetic, throws her arms around you the second you step inside, shouting a welcome that rattles the pictures on the wall. The other two, sharp-witted Naomi, twenty-four, and quiet, watchful Beth, twenty-six, are arguing over dinner in the kitchen. What you want most is five uninterrupted minutes with Diane, but the beautiful chaos of a house full of grown women keeps stealing them, and tonight you are determined to steal one back.
