And at six o'clock I found Homey on the bridge wall with both arms round both knees, deciding to go home for good.
I did not say cheer up. I did not say everybody's down at the gate.
"Can I sit with you for a bit?"
"Mm."
18:00
the bridge wall
Homey, tight-chested since four, sits on the wall by the bridge deciding to go home. Mopsy sits down and says nothing for a long while. Because they are the only two fluffs being silent, Mopsy hears the bridge lantern's glass ticking as the crack opens in the heat — it would have gone over the water within ten minutes. They swap it for Mendy's spare, the one with the flower off a tea towel.