Mother and children walking towards the bus stop, all in a line, (row of ducks.) Henry is front, stick in hand, walking aimlessly, hitting everything he sees. Alex next, thinks he’s smart, dictionary under his arm, knows A by heart. Mark behind, always behind, hand in pocket, finger in ear, bumps into brother, trips into road. Mummy in rear, hand on belly, round with baby, hoping for a little girl, to hold her hand, like she held Mummy’s.