85.

Havana invented the backlash amendment.

I adored him casually.

I was eternally devoted for a while.

I loved him completely. More or less.

The sort of costless, spineless patch-up jobs comprising B-sides and careful journal entries to be read by people one wants to impress. Privately, Havana’s as heartwrecked as London (recently driven to monasticism), only medicating differently. Havana takes men like Tylenol, and stops by Hell for the proverbial prescription.

She happens to do so on the one night that Cairo is an employee.