Waiting for Viona

At least temporarily we have a 17 year old whose autonomy is close but not quite absolute.  Really the only stricture placed upon her was to call if she wasn't going to be home by 4:00.  When the clock struck four Viona was nowhere to be found, and the waiting began.  So Rosencrans and Gilderwhatever made people wait for several hours and still nothing, we didn't wait that long and instead I started to swing towards the high school and coffee shop as routes or locales our new daughter might be.  It is interesting experience to gain 13 years before our next oldest reaches that magical age of 17.  And even with the rush of anxiety caused by 45 minutes without a call, Viona has a bit of magic (this time without sarcasm) and there she was right by the bank walking home.  She got a call back for an audition to a play.