The kitchen smells like onions and basil. I've been making soup. Shaggy Hair Boy is at the piano, playing Satin Doll, a Duke Ellington number. With-a-Why and Philosophical Boy are setting poker chips out on the table. Boy in Black and Frisbee Friend are hanging out by the fire. Skater Boy is doing something to the strings on his guitar. When my husband opens the back door to let in one of the cats, cold air cuts through the smell of basil and woodsmoke. It's fall.