Chapter 21
The tall shaman returned upstairs several minutes later, followed by an apprehensive-looking Naboo.
"How did it go? Are you ok?" The tiny shaman asks frantically. I just nod.
"It went well." Naboo looks relived at his answer, as though he didn't really expect it.
"Good, good. Saboo, I…would you…I mean, erm…" He blusters.
"I'd better be going. Dennis needs me to plan for the meeting tonight. I don't have to go, though. Do you?" He smiles slightly.
"The meeting! I'd forgotten! I'm really meant to go…" I feel a pang of guilt when he says this.
"Just go, Naboo. I'll be fine." I say, but I already know the answer.
"No, Vince. You know I wouldn't do that. I'll just have to miss it."
"No you don't." The tall shaman speaks suddenly.
"What do you mean?" Naboo asks, confused.
"I could come and stay with Vince if you wanted. That way, you could go to the meeting. That is, if it's alright with you both." He looks nervous, as though he's eager to gain approval.
"That's fine with me, but are you ok with it Vince?" I consider it for a minute, mentally listing all the ways to defend myself or escape if I need to.
"Yeah, that's fine."
"Great! That's great. Thank you so much, Saboo, you're an absolute lifesaver!" He looks as though he wants to hug the tall man, but stops himself just in time. "Thank you so much!"