Evan and I are walking down Bayshore Road in North Cape May, away from the Villas and towards Town, it's afternoon, the sun keeps coming out and hiding behind clouds. We get to this house, it's not our house, the owner isn't home, though we sort of have permission to go inside, our Nonna knows the person who owns it, but not well. We go into the basement where it's dark, we're talking. He's against a wall with a window and I'm on the sofa. The window is round and outside of it is a perfectly lit tree, the leaves blowing off into the wind. It's dramatic, there's a soft light around Evan's face and everything else is black. I take out my picture and photograph it. It's first too dark, I try to brighten it up but then the tree out the window looks overly saturated, with bright blues, reds and greens. I give up.
We have to leave the house, we scramble to get all our belongings together and we go out to the driveway, the wind picks up and the sun hides. Nonna is there telling us to get home. I forget my boots and go back to get them, whoever owns the house is coming home.
When we're back at my Nonna's house, it's later, the light is darker and we're eating dinner. We're all there Nonna, Nonno, Evan, me and Daddy. Nonno is eating, he takes a bite of food and begins to give me advice. He starts choking or having a heart attack. I can't tell which, no one else can either. He keeps taking and choking, pretending if nothing is wrong. My dad starts pounding on his heart. I take the chair he's in and flip it backwards so his feet are up and his back is to the ground. I start giving him CPR thinking he's having a heart attack, but he might be choking too.
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