She wore a green snug pullover that clung exactly as it should. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail. She tucked a strand behind her ear. She wore glasses tonight, and I liked the way they looked. As soon as she got into the car, Lucy checked out the CDs. "Counting Crows," she said. "August and Everything After" "You like it?" "Best debut of the past two decades." I nodded. She slid it into the slot. "Round Here" came on. We drove and listened. When Adam Duritz sang about a woman saying you should take a shot, that her walls were crumbling, I risked a glance. Lucy’s eyes were wet. "You okay?" "What other CDs you got?" "What do you want?" "Something hot and sexy." "Meat Loaf." I lifted the CD case into view. "A little 'Bat Out of Hell'" "Oh my," she said. "You remember?" "I rarely travel without it." "God, you always were a hopeless romantic," she said. "How about a little 'Paradise By The Dashboard Light'?" "Yes, but skip to the part where she makes him promise to love her forever before she gives it up." "Gives it up," I repeated.
