I have found more Tony Horton music.

He has 4 records in all. "Come Away With Me," "Congruency," "My Heart," and "Only You."

And now, I have them all. I am hiding them in my sock drawer, because Frank has already expressed his disgust at the tape Angie got for me. That was "My Heart," in case you were curious. I wonder if being in my sock drawer makes them anti-porn? Giggle.

I am trying to dole out a song here and there between chores. I do not wish to spoil my appetite on this surfeit of riches. Tony should be savored like the cherry floating on a mound of whipped cream atop a strawberry sundae. I like to eat the cherry last, you see. The ice cream first, with the strawberry topping, which must be excavated carefully so the cherry doesn't fall. Frank just gets grumpy about it. He'd rather I "shut up the rhapsody and just eat" but that's Frank for you.

Angie sometimes asks me why I put with Frank's grumpy-butt. Sometimes, I wonder too. But I remember the first time he held my hand and looked me in the eyes, like no one had ever looked at me before. That's when I knew. He's a good man. He takes care of me. And I take care of him. What more could anyone ask for? There's an old song that I live by... "Make someone happy- just one someone happy- and you will be happy too." So I try.

I don't dare ask and make sure that he is happy. I just know.
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