Chapter 104

“Come on, sit down. I’ve made you something to eat.”

Once he was seated and a bowl of something grey green and partially liquefied had been placed in front of him, Paul wondered if whatever it was would be better off being used to fill the cracks in the concrete on his back patio. But having no resistance, he dipped a proffered spoon into the gloop, brought it to his lips, gave it an experimental sniff and then put the spoon into his mouth. Surprisingly whatever it was didn’t taste too bad. He took a second spoonful.

“Bet you haven’t eaten anything in days.”

Paul nodded in agreement.

To give Sandy her due, she held her tongue for at least an hour after barging into his house. Once Paul had consumed a second bowl of the strange soup along with a bread roll, Sandy seemingly couldn’t wait any longer.

“So, what’s been up with you?”

“I’ve had the flu,” Paul said, rising from the table.