‘Hey, Jimmy,’ he said, quite drunk. ‘It was magic seeing you. Remember the Gospel…’ ‘Right, come on, you,’ Fiona said. ‘Jimmy’s got his bed to go to.’ He turned to her with his finger raised and a sad look on his face, but his words were firm as they walked away. ‘Set your minds on things that are above,’ he said, ‘not on things that are on earth, for you have died, and your life is hidden with Christ.’ The town was quiet when they drove off and I stood on my own beside a lighted puddle, watching the snowflakes fall like ashes and melt on the water.
