Soul Music - The Voice

'It doesn't have to be fried to be breakfast,' said Susan. 'I mean, you mentioned porridge, and you don't fry porridge-'

'Who says?'

'A boiled egg, then?'

'Hah, boiling's no good, it don't kill off all the germs.'

'BOIL ME AN EGG, ALBERT.' As the echoes bounced across and died away, Susan wondered where the voice had come from. Albert's ladle tinkled on the tiles. 'Please?' said Susan.

'You did the voice,' said Albert.

'Don't bother about the egg,' said Susan. The voice had made her jaw ache. It worried her even more than it worried Albert. After all, it was her mouth. 'I want to go home!'

***

Soul Music - p58-59