“Okay. How about I sing a song for you?” She put her phone aside and cradled his neck.

“What? ‘Pray for You’ again?” Carlos asked through gritted teeth.

Debbie stuck out her tongue and made a face.

“No, no, no! I don’t want to be buried alive again. Grave mold is a bad look for me.”

Her reaction amused Carlos, who pinched her nose and ordered playfully,

“Then sing.”

Debbie rested her head on his chest and listened to his strong heartbeat.

favorite song.

“Uh-huh.

room was cloaked in darkness. The neon lights of the city came in through the window, bathing everything

Debbie looked him in the

brilliant, and Bel-Air now. Hot summer nights, mid July, when you and I were forever wild. The crazy days, city Lights, the way you’d play with me like a child.

was a good singer. She seemed to have magic in her voice; his restless mind cooled down when she started singing. That was why he liked to hear her soaring vocals. She was able to hit some intense parts, and there were times when her voice went positively stratospheric. She was gifted,

start tearing up. She was able to feel what she was doing, give it some punch from deep in her

know you will, I know you will, I know that you will. Will you still Love me when I’m no longer beautiful? Dear Lord, when I get to heaven, please Let me bring my man. When he comes, tell me that you’ll let him in. Father

the ocean; she couldn’t help but lose herself in

with

you still Love me

as a baby’s skin, and as

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