Chapter 4
"Are you going on your lunch break then?" Howard asks.
"Yeah, in a minute. Are you?"
"Where do you think I've been for the past hour?"
"Trapped in a cabinet?"
"I'm a man of action, Vince. I don't get trapped in cabinets."
"Lots of people get trapped in cabinets! Doctors, dentists, lawyers. Haven't you seen the show? Captain Cabinets, trapped in cabinets."
"Can he get out, will he get out?"
"Course he will! Captain Cabinets."
"No, I wasn't trapped in a cabinet. Are you going on your lunch break, then?"
"Yeah, alright." I trudge upstairs into the flat. I go into my bedroom and find the razor again. As though in a trance, I slash at my legs repeatedly, feeling nothing.
"Vince?" I hear Howard shouting up the stairs. Panicked, I hide the blade. Making sure that all of my cuts are covered, I walk out of the bedroom, smiling falsely.
"Alright?"
"Vince, what were you doing in there? I thought you came up here to get lunch?"
"I did, I was just straightening my hair." I lie smoothly.
"Fair enough. Anyway, Naboo rang, said he'd be back later today."
"Great, did he have a good trip?"
"He didn't say, I think he was still high. See you back in the shop in half an hour?"
"Yeah, ok." I breathe a sigh of relief as he goes back downstairs. I don't want him to know about the cutting. There's nothing he can do. I can handle it on my own. I sit down on the sofa, having no intention of eating any time soon.