Carol’s knee is trying to breathe. It is trapped under a pair of tights. It is moving a bit as Carol walks to my house to knock on the door and speak to Ian and for Ian to tell her that I am not in and for her to look past him down the hall and hear the sound of a TV and wonder if I am in there watching the TV and listening to them talking and to wonder what the fuck went wrong and to not understand and then walk home again.
It is raining.
Carol’s knee is safe from the rain.