Hazel is playing CDs, Trudi is on the couch, I am also on the couch. It's 4pm on a warm autumn evening. I can hear a lawnmower somewhere nearby. Where is Ivy? I can hear quiet clinking sounds of industry from the kitchen.
Trudi heaved herself off the couch (I have a bad back today) and comes back with a giggle. Go look! she says.
Ivy is on the dining table with no clothes on (it is a warm arvo and I've re-dressed her twice already). She is sitting on my wheat-filled heat sack (cool though). Using a threadbare old cloth that we use for wiping faces after meals, she is washing her legs from the water jug.
Will you say Yes if I offer you a glass of water when you visit?
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