The boy was basking on the platform, a cap pulled down, ostensibly to shade his eyes from the fierce sun, but mainly so he could observe the girls on the swings without them noticing. His friend pulled himself up and sat picking indifferently at the splintered wood. One of the girls twisted her swing tightly and allowed it to unfurl, swinging her around wildly and making her shriek. They chattered about nothing much, kicking an empty plastic bottle back and forth between them. After a while they got up and wandered away. The boys watched them go without a word.