Page 25 of Uriah's Orbit
“Sweet, Sweet,” she answered. “I still know all the words.”
“Me too,” I said.Sweet, Sweetwas one of my favorites. We’d paid through the ass to get that very famous song writer to give it to us. It was the second track from the second album. “Can you sing it for me?”
She gasped, “What?”
“You know the words, right?”
“Yes…”
“So, let’s sing.”
Lydia’s eyes bugged out, but she nodded at her daughter, her eyes wide and proud. “Be careful, Mister Lowell, the girl can sing.”
I held up my hand. “My name is Austin, please.”
She giggled.
Turning back to Miranda, I nodded. “Want me to start?”
Smiling, she nodded.
I cleared my throat. This was the first time singing an older song after finally getting all the shit out of my throat that Frankel was trying to jam into it. I tapped out a slow count on the table with my hand and started softly.
“In the silence of the night
bright clouds slip by the light
the man in the half wolf moon
smiles down at you.”
She smiled and joined me on the next stanza.
“Slipping down to sunrise
the dew appears to greet the day
soft breezes trail through leaves
Rustling a sweet, sweet hello.”
All five of us took the usual parts of the chorus, except me. I slipped down into the harmony and let Miranda and Grant carry the melody.
“Sweet, sweet
This time is ours
Sweet, sweet
This heart is yours
The sun and the moon kiss the clouds
And say sweet, sweet hello, goodbye.”
I leaned over and whispered, “Duet on the bridge.” She nodded and I started. “Rain and snow, flood and fire…”
She jumped right in, “The beginning and the end of my desire…”
