“Yes!”
exclaims Tom triumphantly. “Now we are rockin', dude.”
“We are?”
Robert asks.
“Course we
are. Tell me all about it.”
“I'm not
sure I remember that much.”
“Sure you
do. The human memory is an amazing thing - if you did it, the
memory's in there somewhere.”
“Where do
I start?”
“Look at
the bank, dude, what is it that you remember about it. Close your
eyes, really picture it.”
Robert feels
like an idiot, but he does it, concentrating as hard as he can. His
forehead furrows with the strain, until the image changes in his mind
and the words pop out of his mouth.
“Mister
Banjo!” he exclaims.
