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.