Then, suddenly, her attention drifted behind me, and she gasped. "Oh, are those records? Do you have a player?"
"Yes!" I watched her all but leap up, spry for fifties, which really looked more like forties anyway. She bent her head over the three drawers, pulling them out of the television stand with reverence and flipping through each at a leisurely pace.
"Did Richard tell you I'm a singer?"
"He hasn't told me much about you, really."
"Oh, good. I prefer to make an impression on my own. I used to be a singer, anyway. It was a long time ago."
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The Delilah 100
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