Sam Andrews and Thomas Sanders were sitting side by side on a white Victorian swing in the big evacuated yard that overlooked the main entrance of the blocks .That was their favorite place, sitting there they could keep account of incoming lines which never seemed to stop. It was a cool evening and they had both preferred to go for a cup of green tea instead of their usual lemonade. The swing was big enough for 3 people to sit on, but Sam had a habit of sitting in wide leg stretch as if practicing Kundalini Yoga, so Thomas was pushed into the opposite corner, trying hard not to fall off the swing.
Thomas, the bigger man of two, too ordinary looking to be remembered for anything but his size, never seemed to be able to get his reasonable share of the seat, while Sam, tall and skinny with bony fingers and aquiline nose never had slightest difficulty in finding enough space for his favorite pose of sitting.