Claire stands beside us, she is ordering a drink
She says hello to us
Charlie says hi and asks about her boy
She says he's fine and there's a pause

She says, "It's funny that you ask
Today I had a strange experience
I remembered once when I was a girl
My father came home late from work
I'd drawn a picture for him in school that day
And I wanted to show him
He said, 'Go show it to your mother dear'
But I'd drawn it just for him
Just for him
Just for him, just for him

Anyways, today my son came home from school
And he had drawn a picture
But I was so tired from work
I told him I would have a look in a little while
I should have hung it on the fridge for him
I mean how hard is it to give a shit?
To give a shit?
To give a shit?”

Claire walked away and Charlie looked at me with wide eyes
Like we had accidentally walked into some stranger's living room