Sneak peek #8

Chapter 8: Bellyaching About Bob

“Steve would have had another one,” Roland said.

“I can’t believe you just said that.”

“Well he would have. And he wouldn’t be sitting here saying one was enough. And he wouldn’t be letting you get away with saying one was enough. He would be saying that you need to have one, that it’s for your own good, and that you’ll feel better afterwards.”

“Do you ever think that Steve is looking down on us? Looking at us and grinning that we are having such a good time.”

“I don’t, but it’s a nice thought,” Roland said. “Have your bong. Here.” He pushed the bong, its bowl carefully repacked, across the table towards me. And slid the lighter after it. I suppose I had been flattered by Roland’s bringing Steve into things.

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