The July kamikaze was late. Later than the June kamikaze for sure. It was October by the time he had shown up. The ingredients were missing. Each of us left by the front door and returned at five, but could not see a pilot in the sky above. Where were they? It was nearly November and the sun was eager for an eclipse of fuselage. This war was not being fought fairly. The contracts would have to be re-drawn.

The children were saying you know I think during the night they re-arranged the calendar, it’s a trick. After all they are known for being tricky. Everyone knows that.

And so we sat on the porch, and waited for the July kamikaze together. Even though it was December and it was starting to rain.