[Jolly Amaranto]

We refer to everyone by their first names. However three doors down there is a family we call the communicators. They can't talk with each other, only scream. A mom and two grown sons, neither with a steady job. She complains that she can't visit her family in Iran because she does not trust leaving the boys home alone. If she takes them with her she is afraid they will be drafted into the Iranian arm. I figure it would be the best possible solution for those two.