Chapter 105
"Will you turn that noise down?" Howard calls, his head appearing in the doorway. I've been stuck in bed for ages now. It feels like it's been forever.
"It's not noise, it's music!"
"It is not music! Jazz is music. That" He says, pointing to the cd player. "Is noise."
"Jazz is not music! This is music. This is proper music."
"You have no taste."
"This is coming from the man in beige corduroy trousers and a Hawaiian shirt."
"They are not beige! They are quite clearly a ferocious taupe colour."
"You make these colours up."
"I do not!"
"Anyway, if you won't let me listen to music, what do you suggest I do?"
"I don't know. Read a book?"
"Reading's boring, though."
"Come up with something yourself, then." He says and begins to leave.
"You could read to me." I call after him. He reappears in the room.
"What would you suggest I read to you?"
"I don't know. I don't know any books. I only read comics. You pick something." He looks at me for a moment, as though he's trying to work me out.
"Alright then. Back in a minute." And with that, he disappears.