Everyone has already succumbed to the sheer pressure of his energy and charm, and of course they agree with any suggestions he has.
“Great, then let’s not waste time. Drink up, and we’ll be on our way. To you, my friends! I feel as if we had never been parted for a single minute!”
Everyone clinks glasses. Even Eldar and I do it. Here at Lucky’s place my intense dislike for this lover-of-truth doesn’t seem quite so strong.
*
I wake up in the same narrow pencil-box of a room, on the same chest. (Much as I dislike the idea of seeing my brother’s face, there’s no way I can avoid it, and I don’t want to offend granny — she isn’t to blame for anything.)
I can hear spoons tinkling in glasses again, and leisurely conversation.
“You’ve debauched me, you have…” — my brother’s deep bass voice c
