P:”I think about Dementia sometimes.”
R:”Where does this come from?”
P:”…”
R:”Do you?”
A vehicle comes in front of the shack.
We come out.
We get in.
P:”…”
R:”Yes?”
P:”The noises outside.”
R:”The come from the jungle.”
P:”What’s in it?”
R:”Animals.
What else?”
The driver breaks.
He gets off the car.
He pulls something from under it.
And throws it in the ditch.
P:”Animals…”
R:”It happens.”
P:”Where are we off to?”
R:”There’s no point discussing this now.”
P:”Then?”
R:”You love chicken?”
A Bam on the door.
The driver breaks.
He comes off.
Kick something into the floor.
Kicks again.
A crashing sound.
Like broken glass.
He kicks it in the ditch.
I try to look at his boots.
He’s already back in.
R:”Would you?”
He hands me a water bottle.
P:”Yeah.”
R:”You’d rather not speak either.”
P:”I guess.”
R:”Let us play for now.”