Four Floors

(Number 12, Rosen Street. Saturday morning. Elin has a big bag of apples by the door.)

Elin: Kofi! Are you free?

Kofi: Um. Yes?

Elin: Good. This bag is very heavy, and I live on the fourth floor.

Kofi: Four floors?

Elin: Twenty apples. From my sister's garden.

(Kofi takes the bag. They start up the stairs.)

Kofi: One… two… three…

Elin: Careful. Don't hit the wall.

Kofi: Sorry.

(They stop on the fourth floor. Kofi puts the bag down.)

Kofi: My back!

Elin: Thank you, Kofi. Now take five apples.

Kofi: Five? For me?

Elin: Yes. And next Saturday my sister sends potatoes.

Kofi: Potatoes? How many kilos?

Elin: Thirty.

Kofi: Oh no. My back.