“Dad, we’ll take care of this.” Ray says, reaching for the cupboard above the basin in the bathroom.
“Thank you, I’ll be in my study if you need me.” I sit down on the toilet lid, watching Ray take out one ointment after another. The big window sends a breeze floating in and the smell of the sweet flowers in the forest.
“What does he want?” I ask, as I pick up a bandage from the floor.
“Who?” Ray takes a bucket and dumps as many bottles into it as he can. “Do you think this is enough?”
“I think that’s plenty, Donovan of course.” I think back to our first and hopefully last encounter with him then quickly shake it away. Ray picks the bucket up and looks out of the window.
“I don’t know, but whatever it is he wants, it’s not good.” He takes my hand and we walk down to the living room. As we leave, I think I hear something land on the bathroom tiles, but that might just be my imagination.