Malachy was sitting on the bed, his guitar in his lap as he played a quiet melody and sang the song he wrote for his girlfriend. “My heart’s in embers, lying post-flame. But if this is how the fire feels, light me up again. This heart remembers pleasure and pain. Pleasure and pain..”

Then he stopped singing and suddenly spoke again. “Oh by the way, I have found which necklace I’m gonna get you, I just have to wait to be paid.”