‘If the judge orders you to die by lethal injection, Shay, and you can’t donate your heart – will that upset God?’ I asked. ‘It’ll upset me. So yeah, it’ll upset God.’ ‘Well, then,’ I said, ‘what is it about giving your heart to Claire Nealon that will please God?’ He smiled at me then – the sort of smile you see on the faces of saints in frescoes, and that makes you wish you knew their secret. ‘My end,’ Shay said, ‘is her beginning.’ I had a few more questions, but to be honest, I was terrified of what Shay might say. He already was talking in riddles.
