***** was in the garden on the trike and i was getting the clothes out of the machine. i was angry because somehow a flag had gotten in with the whites. your work shirts were all ruined, and i was worrying about where the food would come from.
then i think i remember the phone ringing, but i didn't answer it. i just listened to the ringing getting louder and louder, and when the noise stopped, i realised the traffic noise had gone away too. i felt really cold, and i ran out to find *****, and he'd bumped into the big step by the drain and hurt his knee. i could see he was crying - his mouth was wide open, and his head was tilted right back - but i couldn't hear anything. he was older all of a sudden, and calm again, and he stood up and stepped over the trike and walked over to the lemon tree and picked one, low-down on the shady side. it was ripe, but i could see blue-green dust on the dark side where the mould had gotten to it. ***** ran his finger through the mould, and then smeared it over the cut on his knee, and then he was little again and standing in front of me, saying:
"it's okay, we can work all this stuff out again. we've done it before."
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