Patrick

 

Patrick’s mother is in hospital.

I’d spent some time showing how to play something on the KB.

He showed me some rap ‘walking’ – jerky but graceful.

‘Let’s see you do that walk again!’ he said later after my

not so successful attempt at it.

‘Do you want a fight?’ – standing in front of me, arms folded,

with an expression somewhere between straight and smiling.

 

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