I am shopping for new school clothes with my mother and my sister. There is an entire wall of socks, and my mother tells my sister off for wanting the socks that cost $3 a pair when with a little bit of hunting she could find the socks that cost $1 a pair.
I am very sad after we have finished shopping. My mother asks me to open up the hatch beside the front seat and put together the mechanism that will make the car capable of driving to the afterlife, because she thinks that will make me feel better and my sister doesn’t know how. I don’t want to do it, but I do.
Later, I am at my high school instead of the afterlife. There is some controversy over whether people who drive to school from Brisbane should be allowed to arrive later than people who only have to come from Goulburn.
A girl walks by with shoes on but no socks. “Nice three-piece suit,” someone calls out to her. “Shut up!” she replies. “Just because Brian May isn’t a cricketer, jeez.” Someone else throws a balled-up pair of socks at her. She doesn’t put them on.
