somewhere in ascot vale, not too far after where this happened.

I’m nearly home now, passing the baptist church as I come down the hill. In

the carpark, a kid kicks an annoyingly loud plastic ball against the church

wall. Another kid comes out from the house next door, saying “daniel, my dad

says you have to go home now.” “Why?” But I’m gone before I hear why, and

perhaps it’s just as well.