murdo bardo. we hadn't seen murdo for a year, or maybe last winter. for a while i forgot his name and then i thought, it's something like bardo. i can't recall where murdo comes from. it sounds like murder and bardo. i said we haven't seen you in so long... she said, oh, we're around. it sounded like she thought i might be thinking they had died, or something. maybe that's just me. because i'd seen her old roommate often who doesn't speak. she may have heard that in my voice and my excitement. mister hung back, either tired or not seeing, and murdo looked over at him through the dripping trees. we would always meet before and murdo danced around while mister kissed his mom.