(William Blake)
The Lion’s Den
Janet couldn't remember ever being so happy. After a life-long string of what she saw as ‘plain bad luck’, she’d finally struck gold. For most it wouldn't have amounted to much, but for Jan, five months and six days of employment at the ‘Lions Den’ - a cafe directly across from the famous ‘Gabba’ - was like finding the pot at the end of the rainbow. Now at thirty five, not only was she working the first job she’d managed to hold down for more than a month, but it was a stones throw from the hallowed grounds of her team. Sometimes the players even came in, though they rarely ordered (the cafe hadn’t changed it’s menu, or decor for that matter since the early 80’s). This always left Janet surprised, as she thought it the best food in Brisbane and Shelly the best boss in the world.
Shelly had taken a liking to Janet the first time they met. ‘This girl’s seen hard times’ she thought, ‘and still has a kind heart - she may not be the most productive I’ll ever give work to, but she deserves a chance'. This had crossed her mind when Jan first came in with the employment officer, asking about the Kitchen Hand/Table Waiting position. On that fateful day, Shelly decided to trust her intuition; which at any rate was all she had to go on, as Janet was so shaky at the prospect of an interview, she’d hardly ventured word. For five months, six days, and about four hours however, Janet hadn’t given cause to prove her wrong.
The Engagement
That morning had passed like most others; tradesmen and council workers coming in for an early breakfast, followed by the city workers after a coffee before they caught the bus outside on Stanley Street. The ambient noise of truck and bus brakes had begun and would continue unabated, breaking through in a raging chorus each time the door was opened. It was a very normal day, in all ways but one - Shelley was engaged!
It was now 10.30 in the morning and it had happened about same time last night. Twelve hours of bliss! But it was a little disappointing she mused as she worked, that that no one had yet noticed the big rock on her finger. 'Well, the only person who would have had the chance was Janet', she thought 'and though she loves rings and longs to be married herself, she hasn’t said a word.'
In the time Jan had been there, they’d fast become friends and were now more like older and younger sister, than boss - worker. But Shelley had been too busy this morning (arriving late and over-tired) to have the proper amount of time to inform her of the engagement, as the situation deserved. Actually it had been so flat-strap with customers this morning that she’d hardly an opportunity to get a word in edgewise.
But now, the regular mid-morning customers we’re starting to roll in; the ones they got to know because they arrived when shop was a bit quieter. There’d be the usual lull in business, and one of the regulars would notice. Then of course, Shelley knew she’d have the chance tell her story to Jan and everyone.
First through the door was Ed, a student based up at the Princess Alexandra, ‘A hospital resembling the Titanic’ he’d once mused, ‘though it’s a ship we’re all on I suppose’. Ed was not studying to be a medico, but was completing a doctorate in the ethics of end of life decision making. Forwarding the opportunity to experience his subject first hand, he skipped the hospital cafeteria food (they’d just had an overhaul to model ‘smart’ eating practices) and took his morning break with a stroll down to the Lions Den, for a pie, chips and coke. Ed was thirty odd, friendly in his own curious way and highly intelligent, though prone to morbid questioning. To lighten his mood at times he’d come out with a witty quip - usually something dark or Pythonesque - though fairly harmless. Ed considered himself quite gifted at it.
He usually came in around 11.00, would say hello to Shelley, put down some money on the counter and go and take a corner table; knowing Janet would bring his meal out as he liked it - he ordered exactly the same each day. ‘With this ritual at least’, he thought, ‘I’m as punctual as Kant... “punctual in my victuals”, - I should remember that’.
Ed wasn’t ever unkind to Janet, though he was never exactly sure what to make of her: ‘there’s something different about her’ he’d once guessed, ‘maybe cognitive impairment, or Aspergers, though I’m not sure.’ And so he shied away from her.
Upon entering Ed went through the usual routine and took a table. He didn’t notice the ring on Shelley’s finger or the fact her face was glowing, but after all she thought to herself at the time: ‘he is Ed, and he’s also a man’.
Next through the door was Helen, who had the reputation of being pushy and was well known for saying whatever was on her mind; even though it might not be the most politic to mention at the time. ‘Good morning Shelley’ she intoned, ‘you know what I’ll have, so I’ll thank you in advance’.
Helen lived in walking distance, where she had a house and three small boys. Her husband had left unexpectedly (though to some others the signs were apparent), two years previously and this had hurt her deeply. Being busy and in control, as well as offering an opinion to all and sundry, was what dragged her out of the doldrums. Bringing up three young boys as well as working on reception at the local Dental Hospital, proved great regimen in this regard; though extremely lonely. One respite she allowed herself was a daily visit to the cafe and a brief chat with Shelley. She’d just have time to do this now and maybe catch a glimpse of the gossip magazines, before it was time for work. This was an important ritual, and one of the few me times she had during the day. ‘I also like chatting with Shelley’ she thought. ‘Some people get put off at the things I have to say, maybe because I tell it how it is, but Shelley and I see eye to eye and where we don’t, we enjoy an argument’.
This wasn’t entirely true. For Shelley’s part she felt sorry for Helen and accepted what she called her ‘barbs’ as protections for a broken heart. One of the barbs that ruffled Shelley however, was Helen’s referral to Janet as ‘that poor girl’ or even worse, ‘that poor disabled girl’. This was the one thing she chose to challenge; and a steady glare, when the occasion arose, managed to get the message across. even to the indefatigable Helen, that this phrase was not to be employed in her Cafe. Helen’s eyes rested on Shelley’s for a moment, but she didn’t seem to notice anything out of the ordinary and made her way to a seat.
Shelley then caught a reflection in the mirror; the one she used to keep an eye on the door whilst at the hotplates; she smiled and thought: ‘Third time lucky they say, not that it matters though - if Jeff here doesn’t notice, and he seems to notice everything, well, I’ll just announce it.’
Jeff as he was known at the Lions Den, or Judge Jeffrey Andrews as he was well known to many others, was on one of his clandestine visits to the cafe. He did this as opportunity permitted (usually when the family was out), for respite from the health regime instituted by his doctor. Jeff was approaching 65 and had in the past year retired from the family court. The reason he’d done so a little early, was that like many others of his age, he suffered worrying heart complications. This had necessitated an overhaul in diet, the regime now being pretty strict and supported by a loving family.
Jeffrey prided himself on being a truthful man, but allowed himself this one indiscretion, an occasional cooked breakfast and coffee with real sugar, followed by a cigar on his walk home. Jeff’s favourite place to stop off on his walk was at the Lions Den, which he liked, both for its homeliness, and for the fact that no one he knew was likely to step in there. Jeff always spared some time for Janet and would check in with her regularly as to the doings of their team and the goings on in her life.
On first walking though the door this morning and seeing her, he raised a fist in salute of victory (the Lions were back in the top five) and shared a conspiratorial wink. Taking one look at Shelley however, he forgot all about the football and proclaimed: ‘Shelley my dear, tell us the good news, somethings happened and you can barely hold it in, why don’t you let it out!’
Jeff had an eye for what lay beneath words and gestures, the hidden desires and motivations of the heart. Years of experience in court - watching people - had been a thorough training ground. Jeff was almost ready to guess what had happened, but was himself a little unsure and thought it anyway best to set the stage for Shelley to tell her story. Which is exactly what she wanted to do.
The Ring.
‘Alright, alright’, Shelly replied, barely containing her exuberance. ‘You guessed right as you usually do. I do have a reason to be happy. Just give me a minute and I’ll fix some tea for Jan and I, and then I’ll tell you the news.’
Shelley was no-nonsense, though she liked the opportunity to tell a story and would even delay its telling so as to increase the suspense. She proceeded to do just this, by taking time to make a cup of tea, lock the shop front door and sit down in front of her her three regulars. She motioned a ‘time out’ to Janet who also joined them. By now, even Edward was curious and looked up from his book - they all looked at her.
‘I thought one of you four would notice’ she said, ‘but your blind as bats - as if you could miss this!’ She held up her hand, but there was nothing on her finger. Then came the scream: ‘Eeiiiaaarrrhhhhhhhh!’
‘I’ve lost it,’ she panicked, but then checked herself. ‘Oh stupid me’, laughing at her own foolishness, ‘I took it off to keep it safe, while I washed the dishes.’
She then strode over to register to look through a small box where she often kept the trinkets she wore at work. 'Eeiiiaaarrrhhhhhhhh'! there was another scream.
The Past Rears It’s Head
Janet lay on her bed in a small government flat up on Vulture Street. She would have been crying, but the tears were long used up. A lot of crying had happened in the last few days and a lot had happened in a week. It had begun with the frantic search for the ring that refused to be found. A plumber had even come in and taken apart the sink. They’d found a few hair clips and some five cent coins, but no ring. After giving Shelley a brief hand in the search, the three mid morning regulars had filed out saying: ‘I’m sorry’, and ‘I’m sure you’ll find it’, and ‘congratulations by the way on your engagement’.
Shelly didn’t find it, and neither was it at home and she just couldn’t bring herself to tell her fiancee, who must have saved for months to buy it. It was then, walking to work the next day, that Shelley remembered Jan’s past. Although she had never had cause to doubt Janet’s loyalty to her, the employment officers warning now rang in her ears:
‘Rings are the one thing you’ve got to watch out for. She desperately wants to get married and has a fairy tale fascination with rings. It’s probably a case of too much Home and Away. You know: boy meets girl and then next week, “THE MARRIAGE”. She’s been caught, and had been to court once her Social Worker told me, for stealing rings. She’s honest mind you, it’s probably just in relation to rings and trinkets, you’ve got to be cautious’
What he’d said was mostly true. Janet did want to get married, was very fond of soaps, and had been implicated in thieving. Her culpability however, was not a straightforward matter. The unfortunate events in question occurred eight years previously, shortly after her Pa had moved to the nursing home. It was a time when Jan was utterly alone and much like Oliver Twist, befriended by a local Fence. Jeremy, or ‘Jerms’ as people called him, lived in the neighbouring flat. He was a purveyor of stolen goods and lived a life of precarious health, driven by an expensive habit. So well known was Jerms in the local area, that even the pawnbrokers would turn him away. He did have the nous however, to see that Jan was the kind of person he could ‘get one over’. He lived by the maxim that ‘you more than halve the risk if you get someone else to take it for you’, so he took it on himself to befriend her.
‘Anyone can see she’s few cards short of a pack’ he told a friend, ‘sometimes you gotta get burned before you’re learned, I think Neil young said that. Anyway, I’m probably even helping her - it’ll be character building!’
Over time, and after winning her trust, Jerms would ask her to take down some of his ‘mother’s jewelry’ to the local antique shop, because he couldn't bear to do it himself but was was ‘broke and needed the money’ (he’d actually pawned the real items some time ago). Janet was so desperate for friendship that she trusted to hope, instead of the gut feeing of her own good sense.
Unfortunately on one occasion, Janet took items to sell to the same shop from which they were stolen. Her I.D. was checked, the police summoned and her defense so implausible she was immediately charged. Jerms of course knew nothing about it when the constabulary came knocking; and of course he had hiding places for the things in his possession that might be incriminating.
The Blow-Up
Racing back to the present day, Shelley, as much as she hated to admit it, had begun forming a theory as to the only likely possibility of the disappearance of her ring. For over two days, she managed to bottle this with stewing, scowls and silence; which of course only worked to increase the pressure. By now she was just about at bursting point. The reality was staring her right in the face, day after day, and it was so obvious. Finally, after a long day of poor takings, she blurted: ‘HOW COULD YOU DO IT JAN? I know you stole it. I know you stole my ring, like I know you’ve done it before. I cna understand why you might have done it and if it’s returned, all’s forgiven, but otherwise I can’t bear to be with you in my shop, I’m sorry...’
Jan didn’t hear these last two words as she ran out the door and down the street, to her flat.
A Love Of Mystery
Janet sat there now, watching re-runs of Inspector Rex on SBS. Other than the daily soaps, her favourite T.V. had always been crime shows. From Perry Mason to Blue Heelers it didn’t matter, she loved the idea of mysteries solved and problems fixed. She especially admired the heroes, for their cleverness and mastery of a situation - qualities she felt she lacked. Inspector Rex had a special place in her heart, and even though the subtitles often flashed too quick for her to read, Rex was a favourite and constant companion of a Thursday evening.
‘I need Rex and Moser now’ she thought. ‘But I don’t have friends like that and I’m not smart enuff to fix things myself - It’s not that I’m stupid or dumb, or anything like that, it’s just I’m a slow lerner and that’s how it’s always been'.
And then it occurred to her, ‘I know somebody who can help; Jeff! He was a high juge in the court. Maybe he could figure out what happened. Jeff would know I’d never do anything to hurt Shelley - he understands me’.
The Investigation Begins.
Janet knew where Jeff lived, it was not far from her place, perched up on top of Vulture St; although on the other side of the hill and with sweeping views of the city. Jan had never been there, but now gathered the courage to walk up the slight hill to the white door at the front gate and press the buzzer.
By now it was quite late and Jeff being the last one up, was about to bed. He was surprised, though happy to see Janet waiting outside and pressed the buzzer for her to come through. He went down to welcome her at the front door of his ‘none too humble abode’, with a warm smile. Before he had a chance to ask the reason for her visit, Janet let it unravel. ‘Jeff, I, I need help. Shelley thinks I did it, but I didn’t. And I want to go back to work and I want us to be friends, and I want things to be like normal again.’
Jeff motioned for her to come in and replied: ‘Alright, alright, dear. Let’s sit down - take a breath for a second and have a think about it. That’s what I always do in these kind of situations; oh, and also put on the kettle if I can. Would you like some tea while we talk?’ Jan nodded. ‘Well Jan’, he continued, first things first. I’d been wondering how you were, as I’ve heard what happened. I must say, I’m honored you think I might be able to help. I take that pretty seriously and will do what I can - but there’s no promising what I can say or do will help. You must know that I’m due for surgery in a couple of days and I’ll be out of action for a little while.
Janet wholly forgetting about own troubles asked him: ‘Your not sick? Your going to be o.k. aren’t you?’
‘Oh yes’ Jeff replied, ‘just a little tinkering with the on the old ticker, which reminds me - when you do get your job back you’ll have to encourage me to keep away from those kidney and egg breakfasts.' Janet nodded, but her thoughts now returned to herself, ‘If I ever get to go back there’ she sighed.
‘Hear me out dear, hear me out ’ Jeff appealed. ‘ I’ve thought about this a little and I truly think you have what it takes to solve this little mystery yourself. All you need is some help to set you on your way.’
She stared at him in disbelief. ‘I’m not smart enough to sort out mistries. People think I’m disabled Jeff. I don’t like to talk about it, but I left the normal school to go to a special school. I’m slow at leaning is what I think, but some people say I’m...’ With great gentleness Jeff interrupted: ‘That may be true Jan and for that, as I said, you may need some help to set you on your way. But the quality of a true detective is not their brilliance of mind, which can just as easily obscure as to reveal. The quality of a true detective, is seeing things for what they are, and I think you have this gift.’ She looked perplexed and there was a brief silence as Jeff thought of a way to explain it more simply: ‘What you need dear, is not so much up here’, he pointed to her head, ‘as it is here’ pointing to her heart.
You know what makes me think that?’ She shook her head in disbelief. ‘Remember watching the election debate - you know, the one with that funny little worm? All of us were taking it very seriously, but at the same time you were standing back giggling to yourself. I was curious as to why this was, so I asked you to which you replied: “they’re both lying; every words of fib.” I laughed to myself at the time; here we were, so caught up in arguments and false emotions we couldn’t see the truth. What I think you were seeing; which should have been obvious to the rest of us, is that there was scant connection between what the leaders were saying in their debate and what they were meaning. It’s that kind of intuition, which will help you solve your current dilemma’. But where do I start, she said. ‘Well, you start at the beginning. Just as your Rex and Mosser would, with a little deduction; and with which I’ll help you. Deduction Janet, is really just questions and answers - it won’t help you get to the bottom of things but it can help you on your way.’
‘Now to my first question. Who was there on that morning, who had opportunity to steal a ring, which must have been left on the edge of the till, or in the till’. Janet thought for a moment before answering. ‘Well Shelley did have a ring on, I did see that. I saw her take it off and leave it on the inside edge of the till. After that, Ed, Helen and you came in. And after that, you all sat down. Then Shelley started screaming it was missing’. ‘And what a scream it was! said Jeff. ‘So it must of been either Ed or Helen or Me?.’ ‘Yes... but you’re all nice people. It couldn’t have been any of you.’ ‘That’s a nice thought Jan, but you can’t be sure of that, or even of me’. This led Jeff to his next question. ‘Now let me ask you another question. Who was truly sorry the ring was lost and hoped it would be found? I remember all of us at least saying that?’ Jan struggled to think for a moment and then lit up. ‘Only you’. ‘Your right Jan, I was sorry, but for some reason - and it doesn’t necessarily mean they’re thieves - the others weren’t. The signs were subtle but they were there and just as you did, I also noticed.’
Jeff glanced at his watch. ‘But now dear it’s late, and we must both be about getting some rest. Consider it a good start however as you now know who to you need to talk to. You’re one down and two to go, so give me a smile!’ She managed a half committed grin. ‘And now I must wish you well and good night Jan. I won’t be much help for a few weeks, but I think the problem will be solved before then and that you won’t really need my help. With that he wished her luck and guided her out into the night.
A Problem Solved.
The anxiety was overwhelming - flooding through her - though she well knew the feeling. It was like being on the edge of frightful dream but locked in sleep, unable to awaken. Jan lived with variations of this feeling on more or less a constant basis, but had learned to live with it and somehow managed to push it to a corner of her mind as she trod the steps which would lead her to the house where Helen lived.
Helen happened to be walking the same road, heading to the cafe - a ritual which had not ceased since the incident. If anything, she had in her role as a confidant, become closer to Shelley. She spied Jan and briskly crossed the road to confront her. ‘I would have thought you’d have been as far away from here as possible. How could you?’ she reproached. ‘I knew It would turn out ill for Shelley taking on a girl like you. Now you’ve proved it! You really should know better than stealing from someone who was prepared to take you on, even with your problems and all - you should be ashamed.’
‘But I didn’t steel it’ murmured Janet, which of course didn’t wash with Helen.
‘Well I’m prepared to believe that maybe you took it but because you like rings - yes, Shelly’s told me the story. She actually wishes she hadn’t been so hard on you. Maybe as it was new and you didn’t know whose it was, you took it, thinking it was a customers and that no one would notice. That might just fit the facts, and If you give it back to her, she might just forgive you.’
‘But I didn’t steel it’ she repeated emphatically.
‘Well that just proves it to me’, uttered a clearly exasperated Helen, ‘I’ve given you more of a chance than you deserve and you throw it back in my face. But if you haven’t come for my help then why did you come here?’
At that moment Janet's intuition told her knew some important things: Helen was a bully and this was because she was a very sad lady. And whilst she was jealous of people who were married, it was also clearly the case that she didn’t do it. So Janet responded: ‘I want to find the ring. I thought you might have taken it, because you didn’t tell the truth when you said you were sorry. But now I don’t think you’ve stolen it.’ Helen was flabbergasted and thought: ‘But could she know? Yes I was envious, and I’ve felt terrible about the fact these past few days that I wasn’t sorry for Shelley - but of course I am now. Maybe I’ve been a little to harsh on the poor girl. Maybe she didn’t do it.’
Helen always knew the answers, but instead this time she responded with a question. Albeit it was of a guarded nature, but it was the first question she had uttered, that involved any real asking of another, in a very long time: ‘But if it wasn’t you - and I’m still not sure about that - who could it have been?’ With growing confidence, Janet replied: ‘I don't know but I've got an idea . Thanks Helen, I need to go and find that person now’. Helen stood, her world spinning, as Janet strode toward the Hospital.
The Heart Of The Matter.
Janet arrived at the hospital, a little less anxious after the success of her previous encounter, but still with a pounding heart at the thought of how she would find and approach Ed. Ed was someone who made her uncomfortable, not because he was ever unkind, but because he was someone who she found it hard to understand.
Janet had always had some trouble understanding people. She managed o.k. if people used what she called ‘easy words’, but if they spoke with lots of ‘big words’, the concepts sailed right past her. It was highly stressful being expected to know what people were saying, when you had absolutely no idea what they were going on about and every third word they uttered sounded like gibberish. Ed was the kind of person who almost always used big words.
The problem of finding Ed proved not that hard to solve, as he was a smoker. Janet knew from a previous visit, when she had been visiting her Pa, that Ed would have to indulge his habit outside the hospital at a designated spot where they’d built a rotunda. Janet waited there with the visitors, volunteers and patients. She only had to sit for about half an hour to see him amble down the pathway, cigarette in hand, toward where she sat.
He was surprised to see her there. ‘What are you doing here’, he said, ‘are you sick or something?’ Janet replied: ‘I’m not sick, I’ve come to talk to... to you’. Ed was a little taken aback. ‘Well I don’t really know how I could help you, I am sorry for what happened the other day, but as you would know, I haven’t returned. It’s not that I’m not sorry, it’s just I’ve been very busy. You two don’t need to pursue me to ask when I’ll come back. I’m a good customer and I’ll return in due course.’ Janet look confused, so he repeated in in a slightly singsongy voice: ‘You can tell Shelley that if you want. I’ve been busy with work and research here, but I’ll see you both soon.’
Jan’s gut told her at that moment that he wasn’t telling the truth, and that it was likely, if it was anyone, to have been him. She was so excited about this however, that she lost her cool and told him outright. ‘I think it was you who took it, you weren’t sorry then but you are now, and you won’t come back becos yor scarred yu’ll get caught.’ Ed responded. ‘Are you crazy? Even if I did do it, do you ever think I would ever admit it to anyone like you? How would you have come up with this anyway, has someone put you up to this?’
Jan replied: ‘No one. Everyone thinks It was me - but I didn’t do it. It’s the first good job I’ve had and I wouldn’t do anything to lose it. So I’m trying to to find out what really happened, like a detective.’ Ed didn’t like being mean to people he saw as worse off than himself, but he had to do something. ‘Well your not much of a detective if unfounded accusations are all you can come up with. Do you have any evidence, photos, eyewitnesses, that kind of thing?’
She shook her head, ‘No, I thought not. Well in that case, you’re not much of a real detective - you’re a defective detective.’ He felt a little bad about saying that, but he needed to scare her away and he himself was frightened.
Janet didn’t know what ‘defective’ meant, but knew from his tone of voice and general manner, that it referred to something horrible and so replied: ‘I’m not a defektif detective...’ but before she could finish what she was saying, her defenses crumbled into tears and then to a muffled silence. ‘Maybe I am stupid’, she thought. ‘Maybe I am just a bad stupid person like people think, maybe that’s why bad things happen.’
Ed could see what was going on and couldn’t be but touched, but he didn’t know what to say. And there was no way he could possibly help her. The silence and muffled tears continued, but after some time, Janet stopped, looked up and said quite plainly: ‘I’m not, a defektif detectife, I’m a heart detectif’. With that and before Ed cold say another word - she left.
The Mystery Unravelled.
Ed had taken the ring, but hadn’t known it was Shelley’s. He’d assumed it was an anonymous customers’ and lost, intended for the police. The signs were obvious, it had a big rock on it, was sitting on the register, and no one seemed to be looking out for it. When Helen and Jan’s back were turned, Ed seized his chance and took it. It’s not that he commonly did this kind of thing, but he was recently faced with the very real pressure of falling behind in his rent whilst surviving on a meagre scholarship. At the time it had seemed like a good idea; the money he made would clear up some of his more immediate worries, and most probably, the person who had lost it would get their money back on insurance. Pretty low in anyones estimation on a list of unethical actions. Now though, his misdeed had returned in full light, and he was at a loss as to how to set it aright.
The Lions Heart
After it had ended so badly with Ed, Janet didn’t know what to do, so as we all do in such situations, she went home. Once there, she rocked herself to sleep.
The next morning however she got a phone call from Shelley, who skipped the basic pleasantries and began: ‘How can you ever forgive me Janet. It’s back! It came in an envelope stuck under the door. Funny thing, it was printed with the words “From the heart”. I don’t know what that means and I’m not exactly sure what happened, but I know that you’ll always have a job here and I need you back right away.’
Janet didn’t register, she was expecting the worst and it was taking her a while to process the information. ‘You there Jan? I’ve been talking to Helen you see’ continued Shelley, ‘who seems much less grumpy than usual and who somehow thinks you had nothing to do with stealing it, but that you might have had something to do with it’s return. I called on Jeff over in hospital last night and he also told me he was sure it wasn’t you, and that the truth would out. I didn’t think it would happen so quickly’ Janet was still in shock, ‘You there Jan?’ repeated Shelley.
‘Yes, I’d like to come back', Janet finally said. If you want to give me a job back again. I'm sorry Shelly for everything, I really am sorry'.
Shelly then managed to sum up all that had happened: ‘Are you hearing me girl, It's back! And of course I want you back and if you do, I think I might seriously consider renaming this place, the ‘Lions Heart.’
