18:20 · sundown
Sundown. Dreamy says what the path looks like from up there: one long strand of floss pulled off the Wheel, and Rainbow coming down the other end of it with a whole cloud. "We've spun him a thread to walk home on." Dreamy draws it badly and quickly on the back of Beamy's envelope. That drawing is still in Winky's kitchen.
When the last stretch went up, everybody stood at the gate and looked, and nobody said anything, because nobody had the words for it.
I had the words for it. I always have the words for that sort of thing. It is the wrong-time ones I cannot manage.
"It's a strand of floss," I said.
Everybody turned round.
