She was looking out for him.

Waiting for it seeing it is there and then taking hold of it and putting it in there. It’s still wet. Don’t believe it but pretend it’s milk which still is good for you. Cookies. Didn’t ambulate enough.

Someone’s talking in his ear. Didn’t pay the rent. Couldn’t resist it. Even though it goes against the grain. Is it not the way the fluid flow of it is flowing. It is bumping into things. Daring you to distribute it for a sign of something that’s to come. Like she didn’t care to show up this time either. But you’re waiting for her just the same. She is waiting for somebody too. If that makes your nickel. She was singing. What a singer. Did you hear her. It was easy then it wasn’t. And you wanted it to be the way it was. That is always something else again. It’s terrific Mr Standford.