Just for two weeks
With an accent, making it sound strong and exotic.
"And now I have a song for you." He took her mug and placed it next to his desk. "Listen to this." He shook another record out of its sleeve.
"Who is it?"
"Listen."
"Simone?" She tried.
"No."
"The carpenter!"
"No."
"Who then?" She jumped up and snatched the sleeve from his hands.
"Hey!" He laughed, chasing her back to the chair.
"What a little moonlight can do - Billie Holiday," she read the label, holding it up high out of his reach. "But it doesn't sound like her - it's Happy," she said, handing it back. "Let's hear it again."
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