Daisy runs away from her own farts. This is the cause of some amusement for those around her – but not for Daisy. I notice the panic in her eyes. Don’t worry about it Daisy, I say, it’s just those beans that you begged from me. Then I add, carelessly: maybe it will teach you not to beg for beans! Daisy is unimpressed by this interpretation. Are you saying, she says, that the beans have returned? In a manner of speaking, say I. And are you saying, she continues, that the beans are no longer round and delicious and beautiful but have become shadows of beans, hideous and monstrous and persistent? I nod slowly, listening to the sound of another pop. You think this is funny, Daisy snaps, but we all run from the ghosts of our desire.