Phil leapt up in the air almost toppling Maureen, "I can't believe it! I can't believe it!"
Mick guffawed at his irony, "Three kilos! Do you think this bit will last the night? Shall we scratch off a few grains?"
Brian yelled at him, "Use the kitchen table."
Mick did not respond, but carried the slab on one hand above his head ("Be careful, man!") in the center of a press for the kitchen.
Frishta smiled after him, then found herself alone in the room with Brian.
Brian said, "I saw them."
"What?"
Tom rushed into the room. "Brian, man, papers and tobacoo?"
"On the shelf above my bed. Doesn't Phil have any?"
Tom hurried towards Brian's bedroom, smiling. As he passed Frishta he kissed her on the cheek. Frishta and Brian looked at each other, waiting, until Tom skipped back into the kitchen.
"What?"
"I saw them. At Glastonbury."
From the kitchen they heard Phil's voice rise above the other, "Fucking Aleck's a machine! Look at him!"
Frishta sat next to Brian on the couch. She put her hand on the back of his neck. "What did they say, Brian?"
Brian crowed, "Damned if I tell you!"
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