|July 2006/Volume Seven/Issue Two|
She sits on the floor and counts her money out. Bronze and silver.
to herself. Thinking that I am listening.
I look at her and nod my head. Try to listen to what she is saying. The
word comes through from her mumbling lips.
Spittle drops onto her cardigan.
It's not fair is it love. I知 not normal am I. They are horrible they
love. That Margaret she痴 horrible to me she is. Said I cant go
love. I知 not normal am I.
I stare at her. She writes numbers down in her little book. Moves the
around the floor. I nod.
She bullies me she does love. I知 not normal am I. I知 70 I am love.
I take my phone out of my pocket and point it at her. Put it on to
mode. Black and white effects. Start filming her. She hasn稚 got a
carries on mumbling. Carries on dribbling. I carry on nodding and
I look at her on the phone. On the camera. Poor old thing. She gets to
Have you got a pencil love. They gave me a lovely little pencil last
love. Have you got a pencil?
I shake my head. No.
I値l see you next week love. Thank you love.
She waddles along. Her little bag over her arm. Spit all down her
See you next week love. Thanks love.
I press stop on the camera. Bye.
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