Chapter 61

Not having the energy to argue, Paul downed the whole thing in a couple of swallows. “Oh fuck.” He burped and thought he was going to throw up.

“Try and keep it down,” Trevor said before mincing off. Paul was so concentrated on not vomiting that he didn’t wonder at why Trevor had shown up in the first place.

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Lunchtime, and Paul was at his usual table. Sandy sat to his left, as usual, eating her usual rabbit food. “I’m surprised you don’t grow long ears, eating all that lettuce.”

Sandy looked down her nose at him. “Sooner eat this than the carnivorous poison you insist on putting in your body. Do you know that minced beef will remain in your gut for eight hours?” She pointed an accusatory stick of celery at his plate.

They’d had this discussion many times. Paul wasn’t going to give up his meat pies, and he knew Sandy wouldn’t stop eating her salads.