Sunday Night
Bree-Anna needs to pee. She doesn’t know where. Which room is the toilet?
She must ask Mr Randall, who she never knew was a stick turned alive. A stick that became an insect that became a monster pretending to be a man.
He made her watch a movie with scary dead shadow mans on horses, and monsters called orcs born in mud, and brave Frodo with big hairy feet. She doesn’t know what the movie means. The talking went on a long time, and when the brave Hobbit was in the dark tunnels with the terrible creature, it was too much like Mr Randall, and Bree-Anna covered her eyes with a cushion and pressed her fingers in her ears and could only hear gushing wind in her head. She breathed the plastic smell of Baby and it was enough for her to fall asleep.
But her big-as-balloon bladder
