Marley thought it very strange that after she'd told him about her life as a con artist, after she'd bled her heart like a snowstorm over his mind, well then, she left.

One would think that the sharing of truth is like handing a key to your home. At least that's what the head honcho monk told him. "The body becomes glass and the truth of the soul is revealed," he had said.

"Then why would she leave after that?" Marley asked.

The monk shrugged. "Glass breaks?"