Maxie wasn't sure where to start when Ste practically fell in his hands. So he parked him in front of the TV and called Simon.
Maxie: You gotta help me on this one. You have to?
Simon: I'm having a bad time. I have no idea what you're even going on about, mate?
Maxie: Ste, who else!
Simon: What's he doing?
Maxie: Just staring at the tele.
Simon: Make sure its educational.
Simon: We'll both have a better sound mind if you do.
Maxie: OK, yeah, I got it.
Simon: Better yet, just talk to him. OK.
Simon: That means you have to get off the phone with me.
Maxie: I just don't know if I can do this. Dunno, mate. Gonna go stir crazy!
Simon was hanging up. "Damn you," he said to no one. Actually. Then he looked at Ste wondering if he'd pick up on that. That's all he needed. Him, imitating him like a damn parrot.
Maxie fumed. Maybe he was just making a big deal out of nothing. Ste sat there like a bump on a log. What if he never moved?
Maxie turned the television off. Still no expression on Ste's stoic face.
"Sorry, mate, I know I'm a bit of a bore," Maxie set down and looked at him in the wheel chair. "I'd make a spot of tea if it would help, but I truly think you'd not drink it. How on earth will you come around?"
Slowly, Ste turned his head and looked right into Maxie's eyes.
"Oh my God, I think there is someone in there." Maxie was shocked.
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