Oct 09, 2006 02:13
Monk is in his room.
Cleaning, as per usual.
He's quietly singing a Willie Nelson tune under his breath.
"She always follows me from town to town
at least her mem'ries follow me around
whenever I clear my mind so she can see
I feel her love come rushing into me,"
He smiles and eyes the wallet-sized picture of Trudy propped up on his nightstand.
"And I know my love will always stay in bounds
with her memory always following me around."
nick carraway,
apharsites