Time goes by.
I remember one time, and there were more than a few days at the track with my dad, but this one time I won around $40. I was walking on air. Later I asked to get some toys with the money and he put me off. Said there was no time—for a couple of weeks. Now I think he probably lost it that day.
Miranda is out shooting pictures allover town. In a park among some children wearing cardboard wings and flying at each other. They scream as if their voices propel them.
She sees that guy is there too. Telemachus is actually coming from the post office where he receives checks. When he notices her camera, he looks away, pivots on his feet and departs from the park in a near run. She imagines taking his picture, takes a lot of pictures.
“Dad, let’s go to the park.”
“Ok, but let’s catch the next race first.”