He is about to throw it away. It is in the hand of the other throwaway stuff.
I am with the dad now. Really, we are together in Inbetween. I know he goes there, often on his knees. We have been together here before. My Boy's dad understands me and stops. He remembers the story. He'd forgotten it. I didn't.
It is a talisman, he thinks. I don't know the word but I know exactly what it means.