“I can’t hold out much longer here. My world is breaking down Eddie, my Edward.”
“How are you sitting? My chair won’t work. Can we trade?” he asked selfishly. Like the man he was. Was he even listening to what she said?
“It’s *not* about the chairs.” She huffs a bit and looks around, down the road. Just over there. Where the camera is. “I have a new game in the meantime, Eddie. I call it Pan All Around.”
“Peter? Here?”
“*No*.” Another huff. “Pan like in zoom. Pan like in circle around something. Pan like in…”
“Peter,” he repeated, staring out.
Marsha realized he was correct after all.
Sunklands 