Sep 30th 2008 01:26 pm interlude
Imagine the sound of a dog panting, haahahaahahaahahaaha.
And voices, mother and daughter.
The dryer door being shut.
Someone whistling. A child, or an adolescent.
Conversation, downstairs.
Laughter.
Noises…getting louder.
Ah, it’s some sort of game,
The nature of which involves pattern and rhythm.
But the noise…
Subsides.
The conversation goes on.
Mother explaining, relating,
“Hay que ir…porque…no se pue…”
Daughter responding,
“Si, porque el banco cerro…”
Daughter’s son interjecting.
Voices fall silent.
The dryer.
Softness.
Voices.
Listening.
Breathing.
Typing.
Seeing.
Curser flashing.
“Hi Josh,” says daughter’s daughter.
“Hi.”
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