How Tall Is Vincent From Dead Plate Novels & Stories

“I think he’s sick.” “Yes, Dave. His mental space is unwell—he is showing signs of depression. And depression is dangerous as I hear from big people. Depression can lead to suicide or self-destruction, and that is dangerous. And besides the beds are too small. We still squeeze in twos for the sake of the situation.” Vincent made peace with that, finally. He dragged his feet to the room where he would be sharing with Dion. ……………………………………………………………………………………….. When morning came Vincent showed into the kitchen very worn out. He found Mpumi and Dave making tea and buttered bread. Mpumi was instantly shocked to see him like that, “Vincent, what is it?!”

Shemuses. I heave a sigh, smiling as ease washes over me, grateful as the suffocating atmosphere fizzles out. I observe Vince, who’s a good way over six feet and built like a metal tank, with a grey, oversized, short-sleeved t-shirt. Vince juggles his head sideways. “Hmm, maybe.” Lola laughs, but Vince cuts her off. “How are the babies doing?” He asks as his smiling face morphs into a stoic expression.