August 7, 2020

The two men drew breath and looked at each other. ‘How old are we now?’ asked Mathias. ‘Thirty-five-ish. We’re meant to be grown-up by now.’ ‘Yeah, so I’ve heard. Are you still poking about in that medieval midden?’ Marc nodded. ‘What a pain,’ said Mathias. ‘You were always a bit unreasonable about that.’ ‘Don’t start, Mathias, it’s not the moment. Where do you live?’ ‘In a room I’ve got to get out of in ten days. The posters don’t pay enough to rent a bedsit. Let’s say I’m going downhill.’ Mathias squeezed his two powerful hands together. ‘I can show you this house,’ said Marc. ‘If you’ll come in with me on it, we might be able to forget the thirty thousand years between us.’ ‘And the midden too?’ ‘Who knows? What about it?’ (The Three Evangelists)

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