"Yup," she grins back. "Just this. A good smoke after a good fuck."

Life here is hard. But next to the hell of the Barge this is heaven, every pleasure here heightened by how precious and precarious it is. Death is real here. It waits around a lot of corners, and they have some say in how it comes. Today, she chose to live. Today, she decided to get up and live another day, so she could come back to Flotilla to see Sweeney.

Every choice is delicious in its purpose.