I am washing dishes when Eli sidles up next to me. He is a gentle presence, watching. Sometimes when he wants to talk you have to help him get his words started. “Where’s Isaac?” I ask, not because I think he wants to talk about his little brother, but because I always get a little nervous when Isaac isn’t in sight.
“He’s sleeping,” Eli says. “He’s quiet; that’s how I know he’s asleep.”
Which is one of the reasons the boy waits to talk until he catches one of us alone.