Fast-forward Carlo now in anticipation beginning to lose shape and form. Behind the glasses the wavering watery eyes. Slight back-tilting of head whenever the conversation turned earnest. The screening of hair blowing about like women found useful under observation. Daughter Soleil would carry his imprint the rest of her life. (Recall that voice of her father from Sydney down the line in Bab's back garden on the day of her funeral before he had been met. We had all listened to the animal screeching wondering to ourselves.) Soleil the child of a one night stand in Sydney, as her mother regularly reminded. At some point in his youth Carlo's own mother had suddenly adopted four or five African orphans. (Never mention of his own father.) Streaks of cigarette & later even larger vape clouds engulfing the figure. One memorable winter afternoon Carlo and Robbie had marched together up the street in their coats wielding their vapes like bushrangers their shooters. Experimental film-making followed art school (unseen to date); the conventional had never been any possibility.
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