It was a look …It was music playing. —MYRLIE EVERS LISTENING TO MUSIC The right song slow dancing through the air at the end of a long day full of kids and no husband, could not only set the tone, but put the sound of yesterday back in the air. Smokey Robinson and the Miracles crooned all the sweet words that his eyes whispered across the doorframe when he finally came home, but more often than not, it was Sam Cooke and Ray Charles or Bobby Blue Bland taking turns in my ears, reminding me how much I loved that man no matter how mad or lonely I might have felt. The right song was like a Kodak Brownie of us cuddling or an atlas mapping out all our rough spots and the ways around them. After sweet talking him out of his suit and tie, after he unloaded the day’s burdens, we melted together in the dark, beneath the covers and the crackle of the radio.
