The Dr Pepper Prophecies
“'It was just plain weird,' I say, between mouthfuls of chicken curry. 'I’ve been sitting opposite her for eighteen months without even being able to remember her last name. She was just like part of the furniture. And all of a sudden it was like I’d been sucked into Beauty and the Beast – the wardrobe started talking to me.' I take another mouthful. 'God, this is fantastic,' I say, closing my eyes for a second and savouring the taste. 'Your best ever. Is there more? Are you going to finish that?' Beth is sitting across from me, absent-mindedly stirring her curry with her spoon and staring at it, like it’s trying to hypnotise her. It takes quite a few more mouthfuls before she registers that I’ve stopped talking and looks up.
'Hmmm?' she says. 'I’m sorry, did you say something?' 'I just wanted to know if you’re going to eat your curry or just make whirlpools all day,' I say, staring at her. 'What’s the matter? You never play with your food.' 'Oh, nothing,' Beth says. She see...ms to be saying that a lot lately.MoreLess
'Hmmm?' she says. 'I’m sorry, did you say something?' 'I just wanted to know if you’re going to eat your curry or just make whirlpools all day,' I say, staring at her. 'What’s the matter? You never play with your food.' 'Oh, nothing,' Beth says. She see...ms to be saying that a lot lately.MoreLess
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