Joey had come all this way for Marti, but wasn’t it the sight of Shauna stood before him in her nightclothes, her hands over her face, unable even to look at him, that jabbed at his heart the hardest. She was worse than ever he remembered her in Australia, the sadness not just in her eyes now but all over. Didn’t she look a wreck entirely. It was a shock to see her so beat-looking, stood there like some manner of wet rag. He felt like picking her up in his arms and running to the hospital. He didn’t know what to expect from her, whether it would be shouts or tears, he didn’t know how he would take seeing her again, but this feeling was surely the strangest so far.
Her sister, Old Kiss the Statues, pushed passed him, leading some old priest onto the street, and Joey saw Shauna drop her han
