Chapter 18
"Vince, where's your lunch?" Naboo asks as soon as he gets upstairs. I don't reply. "Vincent, answer me."
"Would you really give up on me?"
"Oh, Vince…of course not! I didn't mean what I said."
"Why did you say it then?"
"I don't know, I just…I'm under a lot of stress at the moment Vince, but I would never give up on you."
"Really?"
"Really. Ok?"
"Ok."
"Vince…" He begins, almost pleading.
"What?" I ask, instantly on guard.
"I've got a…friend coming over. Another shaman. He was one of the djs at Howard's party, remember?"
"The pink testicle with tentacles?"
"No, the other one."
"The one with the weird beard and feathers in his hat?"
"Yeah. And his beard isn't weird." He says, a little too defensively.
"Whatever."
"He might want to talk to you about the food, and the self-harm. Is that ok?"
"Yeah…yeah, that's fine." He looks relieved.
"What time will he be here?"
"He'll be here any minute. Are you sure you're ok with this?"
"Yes, I'm sure." A voice comes from downstairs.
"Naboo?"