Queensland part six [last night]

Before dinner I say, "More rain, please." We listen to before-the-rain music.

Belle and I stand at the top of her hill, in the middle of the road. It's night but the sky is rimmed with lightness, enough to see the gum trees silhouetted. I see something which is not a bird--A bat?--She confirms this. Vacation skyscrapers in the distance, glowing up and down the coast. [We are a little angry with her parents.]

Rain's light fingers on my skin, to my scars. White-armed when her mother calls us inside [we sit on the floor a little sullen with her parents].