silence. break it.
the ragamirole of his thoughts, spindly legs over rotted wood with floor boards peeling up where the nails were never driven and he had never been driven, only obsessed with details and the limits of what he could know and he wanted to know everything, everywhere, where did she go, whom did she speak with, how were her legs crossed and on and on it went until his father told him he was stupid.no-
Camera shot, exterior, dolly left. She comes into focus. She watches the door to the backyard, we watch her from behind watching the house, watching the door. Slowly pan out, children come into view, both on their knees, picking dandelions, laughing at weeds. Coming into view, top of the frame we see him in a window on the second floor, hand parting the curtains, mostly grey behind the screen. Watching her watching the door while we watch. Fade to black, children still laughing.