“That’s what I mean, I think it’s lack of blood in the brain… it’s like when you try to get up out of bed too quickly in the morning. OK? Take my arm, le’s get you in the car and back to the hotel for a cake and a cola… put some sugar back into you.”
Lek climbed in the back of the high four-wheel drive and put her arm around Soom’s shoulders as a makeshift seatbelt. They drove in silence for the ten minutes it took to get back, then they sat with Craig and Ross.
“How was the Ol’ Gal?” asked Craig.
“You shouldn’t mock,” replied Lek.
“I wasn’t, Lek, making light, yes, but not mocking. We’ve talked about The Old Lady dozens of times and I’ve always said I believe in such things… perhaps I was being irreverent, but I don’t think she’d mind that, if she could hear me.”
“Yes, all right. Th
