He got no further than "Marco Bruno Mars" before Daniel was laughing, earnest and unabashed. It felt good to find something genuinely amusing in this almost literal hell hole, and he let himself embrace that small pleasure for the moment. Something good indeed, Daniel thought. It set him wondering what musicians or artists he might decide to name Emma after, had she not already been given a middle name or three. He resolved to ask his dear wife later that night.
Daniel laughed at the cheesy joke in spite of himself. Then he gestured to the cigarette as Marco tried to catch his breath. "See? Those things really will kill ya," he said. "Better be careful. Stop spendin' money on that shit and you'll have more money for that radio."