Chapter 30

Eddy

laughed. “You know, you and Lee are like my angels.”

Patrick

was bemused. “I’m sorry?”

“It’s

a theatrical term. An angel supports a cast. Facilitates the production.”

“How

the hell did we do that?”

“Patrick,”

Lee said warningly. But Eddy didn’t mind Patrick’s bluntness—that was his way.

“Well,

there was that fiver Lee lent me. That was the day I first met Nuri. I was so

embarrassed about the whole thing, I was in some twenty kinds of shock and

agreed to go to dinner with him.”

“Call

me Cupid,” Lee muttered.

“No,

I mean it.” Eddy was trying for a sincere, serious tone, but he just wasn’t

that good an actor, when his whole body felt like it’d been pumped full of

bubbles. “You’re one of the things—the people—who’ve kept me going until I got

on my feet.”

Patrick

still looked a bit bemused but pleased. “And now you have?”

“Yes,

I have.”

“No

problem with the stage fright?” Lee asked.

“It