Chapter 4

“You play?”

“Me? No. God no. I barely…I mean, I can’t even read sheet music. I think I did the recorder when I was, like, six, and I was awful and I never did it again.”

He talked a mile a minute. Framed by the stark light of the corridor, he had for a brief second looked like some third-class angel, not so much the Archangel as the winged clerk at the heavenly reception desk, but Darren was fairly sure that if there was a God, he would have equipped his celestial waiters and hangers-on with a shut up function too. This Jayden didn’t seem to have one. Oddly, Darren found himself not minding too much.

“So are you…I mean, you must be allowed to be here, Dwayne’s not deaf, so are you…part of the orchestra, or…?”

“Yes,” Darren said flatly. “Every Tuesday and Thursday, three ‘til four.”

“You never used to,” Jayden blurted out. “I would have remembered seeing you before.”