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