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Ignatius never thought of himself. He thought of me. He had me on his mind when he opened a candle store. I went into the candle store. It's on Melrose, near Highland. It's in a little strip mall and doesn't seem like it belongs, nestled between a smoke shop and a fast food mom n pop taco stop.

He didn't say anything to me, but his eyes followed me as I sniffed candles and admired doodads. I paused by a bedazzled pine cone, and he almost spoke, but when I looked up at him, he closed his mouth and held in the puff of air I'd heard.

I left without buying anything, but I heard the jingle of the door chimes sing, "this is all for you."