I did something I rarely do. I know it is the ultimate in relaxation. I laid out the towel, my slippers, my bathrobe, and the Calgon, and heated the bathroom. I even talked Frank into letting me have a match and lit candles. I think he could tell how everwrought I've been, because he came in and lit the candles himself, and gave me a tender kiss before leaving.

Last but not least, I took the battery-powered radio in to the bathroom and slipped the tape inside. I left it safely on the counter. I prepared the rest of the bath, and only turned the tape on as I slipped into the suds.

Without you
I am alone.
Without you
My reason for living is gone.
Without you
I have an empty bed.
Without you
There are no thoughts in my head.
Without you
I see no point in carrying on.
Without you
There can be no rosy dawn.
Without you
There is no joy to share.
Without you
I reach, but nothing 's there.

Jeanne, Jeanne, Jeanne...

Without you
How can I sing?
Without you
Who will wear my ring?

I opened my eyes. The water had gotten cold. I shivered. Had he truly said my name?

I got out and dried myself. I looked at the cassette box. I think I remembered that the liner notes have the lyrics. So I read them. They did not include my name.

I imagined it.

I shivered again, and reached for my robe and slippers.

I do not know what to think it.  ¶ 8:13 PM