So, he felt it too; as if the world was a minefield waiting for a mis-step. Carmella reached out placed her hand over his. "It's okay, honey. We're going to be alright."
He looked at her and saw that she truly believed that. He exhaled a long shaky breath and then he reached into the glove box and rifled through the CDs. He selected The Dixie Chicks and slipped it into the player. Carmella saw him pushing the forward button without even listening until he came to one selection, Landslide.
As the music softly drifted through the speakers Bilal spoke. "I like this song."
Carmella looked at him in surprise that he had knowledge of the music of Earth and particularly of The Dixie Chicks. But he was an anthropologist, after all. He studied the human culture and music was a big part of that.
