Chapter Thirteen
Let’s put this to a vote. Who agrees that bacon, egg and cheese should always be the first thing you smell when you wake up? Those of you who didn’t raise your hands, don’t worry, I’m sure the straitjacket is only temporary.
I opened my eyes to see a Bimbos breakfast pita wafting back and forth under my nose. Hoping that I wasn’t still dreaming, I slowly moved my right hand until it intercepted this gift from the gods. I found that someone else’s hand had been holding it. Disappointing. I really needed to work on my ability to summon inanimate objects and make them appear in front of me when required.
“Still tramp king of the city, I see?”
I knew that voice. After taking my first bite of the pita, I looked round to see Morag smiling down at me. She was holding out a ca
