Someone else burst out laughing too – it must have been whoever was shooting the video, probably her friend Donna, because someone had been playing the piano and Donna always seemed to be in the other videos. On the other hand, it could have been her friend Salina, because all the laughter sounded female. Salina was a quality singer, if you were into all that operatic stuff which Oliver wasn’t, but he enjoyed watching the performances anyway, if Lauren was involved.It was as if by playing the videos, over and over, he was somehow keeping her as alive as she appeared in them. Occasionally when he watched her it was as if she was speaking poetry, or singing in her smoky soul voice, only to him. She had a look in her eyes that could make someone feel as though they were the only person that mattered. And when she played the flute, all romantic and haunting, he’d watch her lips, her fingers, her chest as she breathed, and feel it doing things to him that that kind of music had never done before.It was like he was getting to know a ghost.He was blown away by how brilliant she was at just about everything.
