I caressed
all the raised dots but can’t understand a word. Damn I say and I can hear him
giggle. I open my eyes, ‘It is not fair’.
He takes the
paper from my hand and reads it out. ‘Friends Romans countrymen, lend me your
eyes’.
Giggles into
laughter.
‘Here, catch’
I throw a sponge ball at him which kisses his forehead. He sees the joke and keeps
laughing. I see him laugh, I miss the joke.
I hold his
hand and walk back into the house. The sun is too bright on the verandah.
