Write a scene where the only spoken dialogue is “Uh-huh,” “Umm,” “Urrr,” and “Mm-mmm.”

“Uh-huh,” she said into the phone. Then she walked away and I couldn’t hear the rest of the conversation. If there was any more. Lately we had been communicating in monosyllables and grunts. I could only assume she talked to her friends like that too. Oh the joys of living with a 15-year-old.

Maybe I could tempt her with homemade chocolate chip ice cream. I had made a fresh batch that morning. As I spooned it into bowls Susannah, our cat, jumped up onto the counter and started purring, “Urr, urr, urr,”evidently anxious to share her opinion of my churning efforts. I dodged the persistent cat and presented Molly with the bowl of green and brown goodness. Her eyes lit up. In a flash she was 6 again, eager to taste mom’s latest attempt at ice cream. “Umm,” she said, hesitating, all at once remembering the latest diet she’d announced the week before. Definitely no ice cream allowed. I raised my eyebrows in a silent appeal. Turning her head to the side I was rewarded with a crooked grin. She took the bowl and all I could hear was “Mm-mmm, mm-mmm” as she walked away again. Then I smiled and joined her.

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