DOG OF WAR
Eliot laughed with is eyebrows. When he was amused, his eyes glittered, and he smiled, pleased and wide, but you knew he was really enjoying himself when he did a quick up-and-down with his eyebrows. He had a real, out loud laugh, too. It was quiet and dry, almost a rasp, two or three huffed breaths.
Parker liked it when Eliot eyebrow-laughed. It meant he was happy. She liked it when he was happy.
Silences make the real conversations between friends. Not the saying but the never needing to say is what counts.
Margaret Lee Runbeck