Will and Lizabeth, a Nanny, and a Pool

Elizabeth and Will talk about school days and swim meats. The conversation collapses inward, as all conversations do these days toward the omnipresent black hole. It's still better than talking about jack, who will die, or benny, who is a coward. I like to think they're building a city. They don't have brains, that's the first bit to go. He punches tiny holes in the air with his finger. Let them handle pressures that would burst us, burst our organs.