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