From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Sound
The kitchen is a racket of hissing steam and the metallic *clack-clack* of that newfangled electric toaster, though I’m mostly tuned into the whistling strains of "Put On Your Old Grey Bonnet" drifting from the parlor. Father is already grumbling over the morning paper about Taft’s tariffs, his voice rising until he takes a bitter swig of that muddy instant coffee and nearly chokes. Blimey, it’s loud for a Monday; I’d swap every penny to hear the muffled hush of a Hiram Percy Maxim silencer right about now. I just want to escape the chatter of the city and slip away to play a quiet game of Rook in the park.