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Google Maps is telling me that there’s an ABC Bookstore on Lonsdale Street. We walk to Flinders Street then catch a tram to Lonsdale Street. Mike has a half smile on his lips as we travel on the tram. He looks out the window and points at different things. He doesn’t speak though.
    He chooses five books. They’re all “Thomas the Tank,” books. From the book store we head toward ‘Myer’ where I let him choose an array of toys. He picks two trucks and three cars, some building blocks and three boxes of Lego scenes.
    Thank goodness I’ve been paid in advance. This shopping expedition is going to get expensive.
    From the toy department of ‘Myer’ we head toward an art and craft store. It’s not far to walk, but carrying six heavy bags and holding onto Mike through the busy streets is a bit difficult. We’ll have to catch a taxi back to the hotel.
    The art and craft store has everything we need. I pick out a large scrap book of 100 sheets of coloured paper, a packet of 24 pencils and a sketch book. They also have a collection of colouring books. I pick a generic jumbo book. Mikey’s picks out a “Thomas the Tank” colouring and puzzle book.
    We hail for a taxi and head back to the hotel.
    Our room has been serviced and when Mikey see’s that yesterday’s origami pieces have been removed, he cries.
    “Hey, Mike. I can make some more. Would you like to make more?”
    He slowly nods his head, between sniffs and climbs up onto the bed while I detangle my fingers from our shopping bags.
     
    I’m putting the finishing few folds to the three dimensional star when there’s a knock on the door.
    Gavin is poking his tongue out at me when I look through the peep-hole.
    “And here I was thinking you were the nice one,” I say, opening the door wide enough for Gavin to know he’s more than welcome to come in.
    “How has your day been?”
    “Good. We shopped this morning. And Mike actually ate an entire sandwich while I did origami.”
    “Origami?” Gavin asks.
    “Yeah,” I shrug. “It’s my thing.”
    Gavin looks at the bed. Mike’s bed is littered with brightly coloured paper. He picks up a penguin and smiles. “You made this?”
    “Yeah,” I say, shrugging my shoulders again. Origami may not be the coolest hobby in the world, but I love doing it.
    Gavin scans my artwork. “Can you make a guitar?”
    I think for a minute. It’s been ages since I made a guitar. “I think I can.” I pick up a blue sheet of paper. Gavin stops me.
    “My guitar is red.”
    “Oh, sorry,” I say. “Surely you have more than one guitar.”
    “I do. I have four. And they’re all red.”
    I laugh and fold a red sheet of paper longways, down the middle.
    Guitars aren’t easy to fold. They take a bit of patience, and a lot of small folds. But my fingers move nimbly over the sheet and a few minutes later, I hold out a small guitar to Gavin.
    “Awesome,” he says, smiling at me. He sits on the end of Mikey’s bed. “You look tired.”
    I laugh through my nose. “I am tired. We had a bad night last night.”
    Gavin nods as though he knows what I mean. “We have our first show tonight otherwise I’d offer to help out.”
    I shake my head. “It’s my job to look after Mike. How bad can six weeks of sleepless nights be? Mothers do it all the time. I’ll survive.”
    Gavin looks down at the paper guitar in his hands. “This is really cool. Thanks. I better go.”
    “Good luck tonight.”
    Gavin smiles as he stands. “I don’t need luck. I have pure talent.”
    His confidence makes me smile. I watch as he pats Mikey on the head and leaves.

 
    5.
     
    I can hear Mikey moving around the hotel room. He’s pacing again. I look at the time on my phone. It’s a quarter past twelve in the morning.
    When he sees my phone light up in the dark, he stops and looks at me. He slowly comes toward me and stands next to my bed. Then he pulls the covers back slightly and climbs in next to me. He lies down, wriggles up close to