Twentieth little lie ♰ These are the memories that keep me awake in the night

[Forward-dated to flood's end]

[For the first time since she destroyed her room, Esther has toys. They’re little, cheap, plastic; miniature cars, figurines, rainbow ponies, superheroes, toys that squawked or played music or changed into something else when you pushed a button. She has perched on the deck’s railing, resting the pile of them in her lap, and tosses them off the ship one by one.]

I’d like to forget that ever happened, please. Don’t remind me.

( Private to Jean )