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“
It
is
,
isn
’
t
it
?
”
He
grins
,
glancing
at
me
.
And
for
a
fleeting
moment
,
he
seems
his
age
:
young
,
carefree
,
and
heart
-
stoppingly
beautiful
.
Is
this
the
key
to
him
?
Music
?
I
sit
and
listen
to
the
angelic
voices
teasing
and
seducing
me
.
“
Can
I
hear
that
again
?
”
“
Of
course
.
”
Christian
pushes
a
button
,
and
the
music
is
caressing
me
once
more
.
It
’
s
a
gentle
,
slow
,
sweet
,
and
sure
assault
on
my
aural
senses
.
“
You
like
classical
music
?
”
I
ask
,
hoping
for
a
rare
insight
into
his
personal
preferences
.
“
My
taste
is
eclectic
,
Anastasia
,
everything
from
Thomas
Tallis
to
the
Kings
of
Leon
.
It
depends
on
my
mood
.
You
?
”
“
Me
,
too
.
Though
I
don
’
t
know
who
Thomas
Tallis
is
.
”
He
turns
and
gazes
at
me
briefly
before
his
eyes
are
back
on
the
road
.
“
I
’
ll
play
it
for
you
sometime
.
He
’
s
a
sixteenth
-
century
British
composer
.
Tudor
,
church
choral
music
.
”
Christian
grins
at
me
.
“
Sounds
very
esoteric
,
I
know
,
but
it
’
s
also
magical
.
”
He
presses
a
button
and
the
Kings
of
Leon
start
singing
.
Hmm
…
this
I
know
.
“
Sex
on
Fire
.
”
How
appropriate
.
The
music
is
interrupted
by
the
sound
of
a
cell
phone
ringing
over
the
sound
system
speakers
.
Christian
hits
a
button
on
the
steering
wheel
.
