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Thandi begs. No, she pleads. She grasps his arms and spoils him with kisses, giving him sweet, wide-eyed doe eyes that make him crumble.
“Only a little bit. I’m not much of a singer, dear. I hate to disappoint.”
Thandi gives him a playful pat on the chest. “You could never disappoint me. Just a little! I want to know!”
Charlie takes a deep breath and clears his throat. Thandi stares at him as he closes his eyes. A low tune slips out in a hum, oddly musical despite the lower key. She can feel his chest rumble with it and it makes her smile.
He quietly sings a few lines, and they’re sweet. Sort of sad. But full of… love. It feels like a personal message to her. And…
The tune is oddly familiar. Where has she heard it before? Hands on her cheek, a cold cloth on her forehead, and the radio… it wasn’t the radio.
Oh, Charlie.