I am preparing tea. The Boy is in the kitchen and I suddenly realise he is talking to me... 'Sorry, love, I wasn't listening.'
'Why?'
'I lost myself. My mind was on other things...'
'What were you thinking?'
I could lie. No. Better tell the truth.
'I was actually wondering if the ghosts of fish only haunt the sea...'
The Boy looks at me. Contempt is not a strong enough word.
'You really are...'
'I know. I'm an idiot...'
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