Twelve
Over the following thirty minutes, various pieces from the kitchen, including the table and final chair, plates, glasses and a large bong, were taken out to the courtyard. In the case of the bong, Herbert slammed it onto the table while Derek watched.
‘Put that thing away, boy!’ Derek told him. ‘You’ll scare the girls with it. Actually, pass it over here before they come back outside and I’ll finish it off.’
‘You might want to change the reservoir first.’
‘Nonsense! All the water is as old as the earth, pass it over.’ Derek reached his arms over to take the bong and the girls could be heard laughing from inside the kitchen, returning outside in time to hear Derek bubbling trouble, wrenching smoke and coughing wildly with a shake of his beard. He settled back into a satisfied gri
