lulled us, but not to sleep.
we sat, we three black siblings, eating our tomato soup with crackers in it and biscuits on the side. we sat in silence because classical sounds have that affect on we three black siblings. it doesn’t excite us to converse.
i broke the silence.
me: did you guys know that folks in the south eat rice with sugar?
siblings: what? really? why?
me: i dunno. that’s what i found out from a southerner.
siblings: who eats rice with sugar? do they sprinkle it on top?
me: i dunno how it’s done but they do it.
and then we talked about other things…above the classical lull…