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a row without taking a breath. And all the time his eyes are searching the room, looking at the old pots and pans and dusty eggcups and the ribbons tied to the kitchen drawers and the mugs with things like Life is better at the beach written on them and Good things come in waves.
When Mimi’s finished her toast she says, “Mason, would you like to come to the beach with us? We’re going swimming.”
Mason looks surprised. “Today?” he says.
Mimi nods. “It’s very invigorating,” she says. “Liven you up.”
I’m thinking Mason livened up would be especially annoying. Luckily he’s not keen.
“No thanks,” he says. “It’s bit cold for me.”
When Mimi goes upstairs he whispers, “Is that jam
on your egg?”
“Yes,” I say. “What about it?”
“Nothing,” he says.
“It’s delicious actually,” I say.
“You’re eating it very slowly,” he says.
Then he gulps down his juice, slides under the table
and darts back into the garden. When he’s gone I scrape what’s left of the eggs and jam (which is most of it) into the bin.
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