Two old people are chatting in the bathroom whilst outside the sun throws itself uselessly at the net curtains.
“Why can’t you leave me to pee in peace?”
“I’m just talking. What’s wrong with talking?”
“I need to pee. Can’t you give me a moment just to finish off? It always takes longer with you hovering there.”
“You always go off right in the middle of the conversation. I wasn’t finished.”
“I haven’t even started.”
“You know what I mean. You ask a question and then just as I’m giving you my opinion suddenly your bladder fills up or gives way.”
Outside a noise like concrete dragged over gravel shakes the house.
“Ah.”
“What? Did you hear that?”
“You miss him. You get like this when he goes.”
“He’s not… I don’t… I just wanted. He’ll be back by winter.”
“If he can get a flight.”
“Yes. Maybe we should have gone with him.”
“We would never be allowed fuel. Besides, we’d just weigh him down.”
“Would we? He could carry on as though we weren’t there. We don’t need entertaining.”
“Without him? What would be the point? We might get stranded out there. Then what would happen?”
“I hadn’t thought of that.”
“We can try if you really want to.”
“No. You’re right. It’s warm in here. Shall I open the window?”
“No. I can’t bear the noise. I’m nearly finished anyway.”
“Then we can sit downstairs again. Noise? What noise?”
“The balloons. They’re coming home.”
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