[The details remain fuzzy. But Jennifer grasps hold of the few fuzzy memories she has of it, of twirling around in the washroom and letting her dress flare out around as she cooed the stanzas of the song to herself, dropping her voice to a hum for whatever words she couldn't remember.
There was just something so dreadfully adult and romantic about it.]
[voice]
I would hear it playing on the phonograph.
[The details remain fuzzy. But Jennifer grasps hold of the few fuzzy memories she has of it, of twirling around in the washroom and letting her dress flare out around as she cooed the stanzas of the song to herself, dropping her voice to a hum for whatever words she couldn't remember.
There was just something so dreadfully adult and romantic about it.]