“So…Janine,” Morrie said. She smiled. “You are lovely. Give me your hand.” She did. “Mitch says that you’re a professional singer.” Yes, Janine said. “He says you’re great.” Oh, she laughed. No. He just says that. Morrie raised his eyebrows. “Will you sing something for me?” Now, I have heard people ask this of Janine for almost as long as I have known her. When people find out you sing for a living, they always say, “Sing something for us.” Shy about her talent, and a perfectionist about conditions, Janine never did. She would politely decline. Which is what I expected now. Which is when she
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