I go with a young man to the park. The weather is good, the birds sing, the sunshine, the mood elevated. I am pleased to put my bag on a long strap. Near there is an equally positive dirty canave, sufficiently deep, wrapped up with a nice rush. I hold the bag tightly, but for the case, I clarify:
“Sun, and if I break my bag in the cane right now, will you get it?
If you fall, you will fall by yourself. I’ll be watching and roasting from here.
After a short pause, with a breath:
Whom I am deceiving...