The music started, slow and romantic, and I put my head on her shoulder as she pulled me close, swaying gently to the soft beat. Sandy's voice, a rich alto, sounded softly in my ear as Mr. Clapton began his song.

It's late in the evening, she's wondering what clothes to wear

She puts on her makeup, and brushes her long *dark* hair

I grinned and nuzzled against her as she changed the lyric to match my hair color, letting the beautiful words caress my wounded heart.

And then she asks me, do I look alright?

And I say yes, you look wonderful tonight.

Her presence was a fire, warming...