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ZACH<br />
BACK AT THE hotel, Olly calls his friend Zach from our room phone. Half an hour later<br />
he’s at our door.<br />
Zach has dark umber skin and enormous dreadlocks and a smile that’s almost too big<br />
for his face. He immediately begins playing air guitar and singing a song that I don’t<br />
know. Olly grins from ear to ear. Zach thrashes his head dramatically while he “plays” and<br />
his hair keeps time with the “music.”<br />
“Zach!” Olly says, and pulls him into a hug. They slap each other’s backs loudly.<br />
“It’s Zachariah now.”<br />
“Since when?” asks Olly.<br />
“Since I decided to become a rock god. It’s Zachariah like—”<br />
“Messiah,” I pipe in, getting his joke.<br />
“Exactly! Your girlfriend is smarter than you are.”<br />
I blush and look over to see Olly blushing, too.<br />
“Well that was cute,” Zach says, laughing and strumming air-guitar strings. His laugh<br />
reminds me of Carla’s—unself-conscious, a little too loud, and full of mirth. In that<br />
moment I miss her desperately.<br />
Olly turns to me. “Maddy, this is Zach.”<br />
“Zachariah.”<br />
“Dude, I’m not calling you that. Zach, this is Maddy.”<br />
Zach takes my hand and gives it a quick kiss. “Fantastic to meet you, Maddy. I’ve heard<br />
a lot about you, but I didn’t think you were really real.”<br />
“That’s OK,” I say, examining my hand where he kissed it. “Some days I’m not.”<br />
He laughs too loudly again and I find myself laughing with him.<br />
“Wonderful,” Olly cuts in. “Let’s move this along. There’s a loco moco with Maddy’s<br />
name on it.”<br />
A loco moco is a mountain of rice topped with a hamburger patty topped with gravy<br />
topped with two fried eggs. Zach’s taken us to a mixed-plate restaurant for a late lunch.<br />
We sit at a table outside, the ocean just a few hundred feet in the distance.<br />
“This place is the best,” Zach says. “It’s where all the locals eat.”<br />
“You tell your parents yet?” Olly asks him in between bites.<br />
“About the rockstar thing or the gay thing?”<br />
“Both.”