“You are lovely. Give me your hand.” She did. “Mitch says that you're a professional singer.” Yes, Janine said.
“He says you're great.” Oh, she laughed. No. He just says that. Morrie raised his eyebrows.
“Will you sing something for me?” Now, I have heard people ask this of Janine for almost as long as I have known her.
When people find out you sing for a living, they always say, “Sing something for us.”
Shy about her talent, and a perfectionist about conditions, Janine never did. She would politely decline.
Which is what I expected now. Which is when she began to sing:
“The very thought of you and I forget to do the little ordinary things that everyone ought to do... ”
It was a 1930s standard, written by Ray Noble, and Janine sang it sweetly, looking straight at Morrie.
I was amazed, once again, at his ability to draw emotion from people who otherwise kept it locked away.
Morrie closed his eyes to absorb the notes. As my wife's loving voice filled the room, a crescent smile appeared on his face.
And while his body was stiff as a sandbag, you could almost see him dancing inside it.
“I see your face in every flower, your eyes in stars above, it's just the thought of you, the very thought of you, my love...”
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