Moira cried when I gave it to her as a wedding present and told her the history. Nobody, not even me, was allowed to drive it. If she was going anywhere alone it was her favorite transportation.

Life flowed smoothly. We were working on the next Faerie album and one night I noticed Jenny was looking down. Moira had to get Aaron and take him home, and the others drifted off. I asked her what was bothering her.

"Today would have been my fifth wedding anniversary."

I didn't know she had been married. She was about twenty five, and I really didn't have much contact with her after her guitar...