Davy gets a Follower.

Yep, Davy has snagged his first Follower, and hoo boy! is he pleased. He made me print a copy of her picture and tack it up on the wall, and he can sit for hours just staring at it and feeling proud of himself.

It's when he gets up that the trouble starts. He keeps looking over his shoulder, expecting to see her there, and nothing I say can persuade him otherwise. He says he aims to get himself a whole passel of Followers, like that "Can you hear me now?" guy on TV, so wherever he goes there'll be a crowd.