Living Room

Claire stands beside us, she is ordering a drink

She says hello to us

Charlie says hi and asks about her boy

She says he's fine and there's a pause

She says, "It's funny that you ask

Today I had a strange experience

I remembered once when I was a girl

My father came home late from work

I'd drawn a picture for him in school that day

And I wanted to show him

He said, 'Go show it to your mother dear'

But I'd drawn it just for him

Just for him

Just for him, just for him

Anyways, today my son came home from school

And he had drawn a picture

But I was so tired from work

I told him I would have a look in a little while

I should have hung it on the fridge for him

I mean how hard is it to give a shit?

To give a shit?

To give a shit?”

Claire walked away and Charlie looked at me with wide eyes

Like we had accidentally walked into some stranger's living room