Mal giggled as he put the catch in his pinchers, added some flux and solder and brought the flame to it, connecting it to a heavy oval ring, thus completing the chain.
“Oh, don’t worry…Oba said she was going to buy you some stuff…she is such a clothes hound…A pure diva…After all she does live in London you know. She’s quite smitten with you, you know.”
Backing away, just a little, she was speechless as she thought of who were these amazing people who felt so comfortable dabbling in her life and never remotely asking permission in doing so.
Released from a life time of being a control freak, she felt a sense of calm and balance as she watched as Mal dipped the chain once more into his “Flux Juice” and the gold sizzled like her brain was.
As the chain was cleaning, he twirled around on h
