She's doing it again today, just with those beads on the spiral staircase this time. Popping them off one by one, staring at nothing.
Sitting there all dusty. I don't even know where she got that coat. She's getting thinner every day.
She didn't come home until morning, damp all in her hair G_d knows from where. She must have run through the sprinklers or something but I didn't hear them. Who knows.
"Yeah! You're making tea!" She grabs me from behind, I only spill a little.
"You smell like a wet dog," I wriggle out of her arms as she settles on the stool.
"I wasn't Out, I was just in the yard."
"All night?" I turn to bring her mug and sit across the little birch table from her. She nods and smiles, sipping.
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