they reckon he must have fallen out at sea in the high winds . i looked around , snapping back from my empty place . you take my grandson and keep him away from his family , keep him away from his dying father ... you nothing but selfish . i count eight planets i eye burn the floor , whispering like delicate butterflys wings . `` taking on the world , '' i said , folding a pair of socks . i whisper after a while , willing myself to be distracted from the queasy feeling . 