For no reason I know, my iPhone offers me
Frank Sinatra singing nostalgic, romantic ballads.
September Song … and I remember my stepfather
singing that to Mum, rejoicing in their late life love.
My mind wanders, next, to Andrew and me, and ours.
Strangers in the Night … and I think of my own
quick young fallings in love at first sight (sweet
they were)…. But mostly I’m reminded of my first
husband, Don, who loved the voice of the great
Frankie. A brief, ill-matched marriage, but our
early days were full of music and dance, theatre and
parties, rides on the back of his cute motor scooter,
or to balls in taxis, dining out, swapping books, playing
with the kitten I ended up keeping … and always,
as background, the smooth, easy tones of Sinatra.
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