Things have changed.
The big global game of Monopoly is almost over. The bank is bankrupt. Player One has almost all the money and nearly every property on the board. No one can afford to pay the rents, and everything they once owned has long since been mortgaged off to Player One. With every dice roll they are forced to keep moving onto the next square, accumulating bigger debts as they go. The forfeits are getting extreme. Players two, three and four are bored, frustrated, getting angry and want to end the game. Reset. Get some respite.
Player One is pissing everyone else off and is about to get his ass kicked.
From his high chair, he makes tantalising promises, token placatory gestures, just enough to keep the others in the game. He has won already, but he doesn't want to give in because it's not about the winning anymore. It's about being the centre of attention.
Meanwhile, in the next room, the baby is crying. She is hungry and lonely. She is still too young to understand. The grown ups are busy and distracted, fully emotionally engaged in the battle for survival/attention, unable to leave.
Everyone in the room is an attention junkie. As long as they are shouting and arguing and others are responding to them, it doesn't matter. Attention is attention.
The child is starving and screaming, unheard.
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Things have changed.
There are three wells.
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