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'Right. And he wanted me to get his half-brother out of The Raven where Bowden and I had trapped him.'
'I remember that, too.'
'O-kay. So all of a sudden you didn't exist. Everything we had done together hadn't happened. I tried to get you back by going with my father to your accident in 1947, was thwarted and chose to live inside fiction while little Friday was born and return when I was ready. Which is now. End of story.'
We stared at each other for another long moment that might also have been an hour but was probably only twenty seconds, I moved Friday to the other hip again and then finally he said:
'The trouble is, Thursday, that things are different now. You vanished from my life. Gone. I've had to carry on.'
'What do you mean?' I asked, suddenly feeling very uneasy.
'Well, the thing is,' he went on slowly, 'I didn't think you were coming back. So I married Daisy Mutlar.'
25
Practical Difficulties Regarding Uneradications
DANISH PERSON SOUGHT
A man of Danish appearance was sought yesterday in connection with an armed robbery at the First Goliath Bank in Banbury. The man, described as being 'of Danish appearance', entered the bank at 9.35 and demanded that the teller hand over all the money. Five hundred pounds in sterling and a small amount of Danish Kroner held in the foreign currencies department were stolen. Police described this, small sum of Kroner as of 'particular significance' and pledged to wipe out the menace of Danish criminality as soon as possible. The public have been warned to be on the lookout for anyone of Danish appearance, and to let the police know of any Danes acting suspiciously, or, failing that, any Danes at all.
Article in The Toad, 15 July 1988
'You did what?'
'Well, you did vanish without a trace – what was I meant to do?' I couldn't believe it. The little scumbag had sought solace in the arms of a miserable cow who wasn't good enough to carry his bag, let alone be his wife. I stared at him, speechless. I think my mouth might even have dropped open at that point, and I was just wondering whether I should burst into tears, kill him with my bare hands, slam the door, scream, swear or all of the above at the same time when I noticed that Landen was doing that thing he does when he's trying not to laugh.
'You one-legged piece of crap,' I said at last, smiling with the relief, 'you did no such thing!'
'Had you going, though, didn't I?' He grinned.
Now I was angry.
'What did you want to go and make that stupid joke for? You know I'm armed and unstable!'
'It's no more stupid than your dopey yarn about me being eradicated!'
'It's not a dopey yarn.'
'It is. If I had been eradicated, then there wouldn't be any little boy . . .'
His voice trailed off and suddenly all our remonstrations dissipated as Friday became the centre of attention. Landen looked at Friday and Friday looked at Landen. I looked at both of them in turn, then, taking his fingers out of his mouth, Friday said:
'Bum.'
'What did he say?'
'I'm not sure. Sounds like a word he picked up from St Zvlkx.'
Landen pressed Friday's nose.
'Beep,' said Landen.
'Bubbies,' said Friday.
'Eradicated, eh?'
'Yes.'
