Bob
"Sister sister don’t go away, sister sister stay with me…sister sister never leave me-"
I could not tear my eyes away from Sue. I could picture myself beside her, with my hands wrapped around her body, rocking her back and forth. The first time I heard the song she was currently singing was on our fifth date. We played truth or dare and I had dared her to sing. After thirty minutes of shaking her head, stomping her foot, and huffing incessantly, she finally gave in. Out of all the songs she could have picked, she selected an African traditional song. I had been stunned and impressed, very impressed. Sue had always had a knack for singing though she shied away every time an audience emerged; I was the only one she could sing to comfortably. She channeled her pain through her voice,
