RJ--know them--a river as one

Richard called home from the search command center every night at eight his time, nine their time.

He would talk to Kit alone first, telling her every action taken, every possible place to look for more information. Kit would tell him about the flyers sent out, the calls made, the possibilities for television shows, news articles. No, no one had said anything. There were no leads yet, not even thin ones. But all they could do is hope--and since he had lost his job, the only thing that was keeping the whole thing together was her strong will. They would vow to be strong for each other, and then Amy would come on.

Amy would talk about the web site Greg was making, tell him about the places she had sent the press release to, ask about the hits. Ask if he got the new photos to put up, the new links to make. He would say yes, and that he would get with Greg to update the site. He would tell her he loved her, and then Sophie would come on.

Sophie would ask him if he had been breathing deeply. Sleeping. Drinking water. Taking general care of himself. Then she would ask him if he had heard anything more from the credit card companies. They know what is going on, she would say. Get them to tell you all about it.

our language / misleads us / severing / a river as one / when it is / too many / to count

if there are / other waters / we can not / know them / all we see / in rivers / is their presence