All the fun

I hear footsteps

and turn to see Ella

walking towards me.

She’s smiling.

She sits beside me

and glances across at Patrick’s parents.

‘They’re wearing matching white shirts,’ she observes.

I look at Mrs Lloyd-Davis

with her immaculately dyed blonde hair

and high heels

and her husband hiding behind his Ray-Bans

and fondling his iPhone.

I reach into the pocket of my shirt

and pull out two five dollar notes

from cleaning Mr Lloyd-Davis’s window.

‘Come on. I’ll buy you a gelato, Ella.’

She smiles and says,

‘Rich people shouldn’t have all the fun.’