Jeff Buckley’s cover of “Hallelujah”. Lindy smiled and tapped on the door, walking in when Richard looked up from the couch.“In college one time, I remember you and Tess got into a huge argument about who did the best version of this song. I thought it might come to blows.”Richard nodded and looked chagrined. “Yeah, I remember that night. I still disagree with her, of course. Rufus Wainwright’s too pretty to sing something this angsty.”Sitting down near him, but not right next to him, Lindy pointed out, “But back then you were all for Leonard Cohen. Because everything had to be the original.”“Yeah. Yeah, I was pretty sure about that at the time.”“At the time, I would have argued for this one. You were both wrong.”He cocked his head and considered this, studying her intently as the steady, dreamy chords thrummed between them. “Why didn’t you?”“There was enough arguing going on. Nobody was changing anybody’s mind that night. And it doesn’t matter anyway.
