Dinner that night was a quiet affair. The long table groaned under the whole roasted pig. Around it was plate after plate of different sumptuous dishes.
Nip took a plate and filled it with raw green leaves salad. He chose several slices of grilled tuna. He imitated what was in Theo's plate!
"Where have you been, Mr. Vincent?" he asked Theo.
"Why?"
"Nothing." Nip shrugged. "It's just that, well, I've been thinking about what you've said..." He hanged the sentence provokingly.
"What?" Theo replied after chewing and swallowing the single lettuce leaf.
Nip suppressed his irritation. "You said the glass is a living thing!"
"Did I say that?"
"Yes!" Nip insisted. "The glass is not made of glass. It is out of this world. And it has life!"
"Oh. I must be having hallucinations." Theo contin
