The first time Halley set eyes on Howard was at a showing of The Towering Inferno. When she heard about him, her sister had wondered aloud how much of a future you could have with someone you'd met at a disaster movie. But at that point Halley wasn't feeling picky. She had been in Dublin just over three weeks – not so long that she didn't still get lost all the time on the infuriating streets that kept changing their names, but enough to disabuse her of most of her illusions about the place; enough too, with the deposit and first month's rent for her new apartment, to separate her from most of the money she'd brought, and cut the time available for soul-searching and self-finding quite drastically. That afternoon she'd spent in an Internet café, reluctantly updating her résumé; she hadn't had a conversation since the night before, a stilted exchange with the Chinese pizza delivery boy about his native Yunan province. When she spotted the poster for The Towering Inferno, which she and Zephyr must have watched twenty times together, it was like catching sight of an old friend. She went in and for three hours warmed herself in the familiar blaze of collapsing architecture and suffocating hotel guests; she stayed in her seat until the ushers started sweeping round her feet.
( Paul Murray )
[ Skippy Dies ]
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