It’s only the second time that they’ve been here. They appear to come alone, to be with their father and not their mother. But I don’t know. It’s neighbours’ stories, that’s all. Made up, surmised. I heard them last night running about below me. It was late for them but for me it was. It has to be accepted. This is, after all, the downs and ups of sharing a space with others. I hope that they were having fun.
