“Where do things go when they go away?
A knotty problem that she had pondered herself... her favourite scarf...school friends.
“What sort of things Joseph?”
That red stuff on your mouth, before?”
A question for the cosmetics companies perhaps.
Pointing now, “Look, there.” He was right, a scarlet imprint on the rim of her tea cup told the story. “I’ll make one that won’t go away. With Lego.”
Who would tell him that it wouldn’t go on either?
Not his mother.