someone was knocking at the door. Shahid opene it hesitantly, dreading the arrival of Chili. It was Chad's round and incessantly pertrubed face. He charged into the room and, without a word, snapped off the music.'Hey, listen.' Shahid pulled up his trousers, concealing the condoms in his hand and slipping them into his back pocket. 'To what - nothing?'
'Sometimes silence makes the most beautiful music'