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playing. Cassettes. Christ.
    “It belonged to my grandfather,” he said. “He taught me how to fix it, handed over the keys when I got my license.”
    “Nice.”
    He gave me side eyes.
    “I mean it, Ben. I didn’t have much in the way of family myself. So I get that’s nice.”
    A faint smile. “Yeah. We didn’t have a lot of money so … I thought so.”
    The shadows of his face were frankly fascinating beneath the passing street lights, the sudden brightness of oncoming traffic, everything. He had perfect cheekbones. You could almost miss them above the beard, but the lines of his face were both sharp and beautiful. His lips, for instance. I could have stared at them for hours.
    “Will you tell me about your home?” I asked.
    “Not much to tell,” he said, eventually. “Mom and Dad owned a cleaning business so they were gone most of the time. They were real hard workers. The business was everything to ’em. My grandparents lived next door and they fed us and kept an eye on things.”
    “Must have been wonderful to have them around. A stable influence like that can mean all the difference to a kid.”
    “You diagnosing me or something, Miss Psychology Student?”
    “No. Sorry.” I groaned. “Please continue. You mentioned an ‘us’?”
    “Me and my sister.”
    “You have a sister? What’s she like?”
    He squinted, little lines appearing beside his eyes. “Martha’s … Martha. She’s living over in New York these days, enjoys the party scene.”
    “That’s pretty far.” I couldn’t imagine being on the opposite side of the country from Anne, living without my last bit of real family close by. “You must miss her.”
    “It’s probably for the best,” he said. “She caused some shit a while back. I didn’t help much either.”
    I stayed silent, waiting for him to go on. People usually would feel compelled to fill a silence, you just had to be patient.
    “Martha and David went out all through high school, and after, when the band started to take off. Then she did something stupid.” He shook his head. “So fucking dumb.”
    “What did she do?”
    He raised a brow. “You haven’t heard?”
    “No.”
    “Huh. Thought Ev might have talked about it.”
    “I’ve only met her a couple of times.”
    “Yeah, I guess.” His fingers tapped out a beat against the steering wheel. “Martha didn’t like Dave being away so much. We were working hard, touring when we weren’t recording. Thought she understood.…”
    A fire engine roared past with sirens blazing, distracting us for a moment.
    “We were finally getting somewhere, really starting to make it, playing to bigger crowds, and getting some decent publicity.” He exhaled noisily. “Anyway, she must have figured with him being on the road all the time that he had to be messing around on her. She got pissed one night and cheated on him.”
    “Oh.”
    “Guy couldn’t have been more crazy in love with her if he tried. Never even saw him look at another woman. They’d been so tight for years. I tried to tell her, but she got this stupid idea into her head, and … yeah.” His low laugh was bitter, horrible to hear. “She took something beautiful and shit on it. Everything went to hell after that.”
    “I’m sorry.”
    “Me too. Really thought they’d make it, get married, have kids and everything. Live the dream. She worked as an assistant for the band for a while, but when Dave and Ev got married she didn’t take it too well.”
    “That’s when she moved?”
    “That’s when she moved.” He said nothing for a moment. “Tried one last time to get him back, and I was stupid enough to help. It didn’t turn out so well. Things were tense between me and Dave for a while, and it wasn’t good for the band.”
    “I’m sorry.” I took a big breath, choosing my words with care. This had obviously hurt him. It was in the tone of his voice, the shadows on his face. Also, I didn’t want to treat him like a patient or a