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As Tasha prepares her 'part' of their evening meal, Reade searches through his CD collection...he decides
on Boz Scaggs, always a spot-on choice [Hope they never end this song-This could take us all night long]
As the song begins, Tasha looks up and smiles at him, and winks. Reade pours wine for both, handing her a glass
three quarters full. They continue their tasks (Reade chopping vegetables for a salad, Zapata continues grilling the meat.)...
they don't speak. enjoying the music, and each other's company.
[Love, look what you've done to me
Never thought I'd fall again so easily
Oh, love, you wouldn't lie to me, would you?
Leading me to feel this way
Love, look what you've done to me
Never thought I'd fall again so easily
Oh, love, you wouldn't lie to me
Leading me to feel this way]
As the song segues into 'We're All Alone', Tasha says, apropo of nothing, "We'll get there-back where we were."
Reade nods. "I believe that." "I really want it, Reade. I always did, it's just that-that all that shit from my past,
I think I NEEDED to go through all of that-to get HERE."
"Well...you're home."
Tasha says, hopefully, "Really?" (dare she HOPE?)
"Tu sabes," (you know) he replies, smiling at her re assuredly.
[Close the window-Calm the light-And it will be alright
No need to bother now-Let it out let it all begin
Throw it to the wind my love-Hold me dear
All's forgotten now my love-We're all alone....