![]() ![]() Could it be that nosey census taker she’d been dodging? He kept threatening to come out if she didn’t return his calls. She waited and hoped whoever it was would go away. Howard Vickers was occasionally late with the mail delivery, but he knew better than to knock. Who would visit on a weekday afternoon? She didn't normally get visitors and liked it that way. Her fingers jerked away from the keys and hung in the air quivering. It never ceased to amaze her how little engineers could relate to the average consumer.Ī rap at the door jolted through the stillness like gunfire. They were the only sound inside the dimly lit house. Muffled clicks of computer keys manifested her thoughts into words. Her current project was a new MP3 player user’s manual. But over time, she adapted until silence became a fortress protecting her from a noisy world full of expectations and danger.Īmy spent her days pecking away at her laptop, translating technical jargon into plain English. At first she had no choice and silence was a reminder of loss. ![]() To Amy Szabo it was as warm and comforting as an old quilt. There is a weight to silence some find unbearable. ![]()
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