Chapter 39
I think I slept for several hours, but the sun had not yet risen by the time I woke up and stumbled over to the professor’s bathroom to throw up again. It took me at least twenty minutes to make my way back to his couch, but he was waiting for me with a bowl of tomato soup when I got there. The dog looked up at me as I settled in, and growled quietly.
“Here, Gavin, take this,” said Andrew. “Be quiet, Mercury! He’s still not tender enough.”
“I’ll only throw it up,” I said.
“No you won’t. It’s tomato soup.”
Everyone seemed to want to feed me tomato soup, and yet the calm certainty with which he said this had a powerful effect on me. I really did feel like I would not throw up the tomato soup. I sat over his coffee table and ate it slowly, while he sat on the chair across from
