You said, “what’s wrong?” and I said, “we need to talk,” and you said, “let’s sit outside.”
Mark, from one of the flats below, was out in the courtyard. At the end of every summer he deep cleans his bouncy castles – blowing them up, hosing them down, deflating them and packing them away. He lets the kids from our block bounce on them as they dry.
We sat up there for hours, watching Mark inflate and deflate the bouncy castles and the sun set and I can’t remember which one of us finally decided we should break up, after all.