Banquet

On the edge of a cliff. Food for a banquet is being handed up from below. I move away from the edge.

I sit down with a bowl of fruit salad. Some spills. A man and my mother say I am not allowed to eat it. I tell them my family is coming to eat with me. The man complains about the heat. He is from Minnesota.

My mother, brother and I are looking for Stop #47. We take a bus to London.