Sorry this one's so late and so long. It almost didn't happen. As most of you know, my friend Ben and I are working on a new screenplay. But to those who reminded me that I have a responsibility: I thank you. Rene does too. Such Things 3: Saint Patrick and Purgatory The girl sat on my sofa in a pair of dark green pants that were far too much by way of being far too little; too low, too short, too tight. She dangled a black shoe from her big toe for a bit before stomping it back into place and finally offering me her eyes. Those almond eyes. I took them, of course, held her gaze a long, cold minute. She was sucking on one of those toffees. The kind in the little golden wrapper. Golden like her skin. Like the spine of the books that Easter makes me read. “I need you,” she said. Golden. “What for?” “To find someone. I heard you do that.” I told her I didn’t do it anymore, that I hadn’t for a very long time. “My friend is missing,” she insisted. "So tell the police." “I