The rain is so steady I can imagine every single leaf getting a drip at the same time. I want to count something. I try to count every drop that hits me. Then I try counting the drops I can hear land on my steel pot. Then I try to quit counting but my mind keeps on trying to count something, just measure time, measure these slowest minutes of my life. I feel like beating off. There are 3,600 seconds in an hour. Light must be 5,000 seconds away. One thousand one, one thousand two, one thousand three. s**t.
I wonder if Mom still shuts the bathroom door now that nobody's there.
Movement. From where Eltee and Pops are comes a sliding, dragging sound. The rain is constant. The movement is careful and very slow. It can't be more than twenty-five feet away, but if I didn't know where they are I
