Early in the week, while dropping my daughter off at school, a mother of one of the other children asked me:
“Is the World Cup nearly finished now?”
She said it quite casually, but there was a hint of something more.
I answered “Finished? Some of the teams haven’t even played their first game yet!”
There was a slight pause, then, in equal parts resignation and desperation:
“How much longer will it go on for?”
I shrugged. “I’m not sure, maybe three weeks.”
Hope dying in the eyes, like the embers of a once blazing fire.