"Wow," Buddy said. "See that?"
"Yes. Everything living feeds on something living," I recited.
He looked at me. "Deep," he said. "Tell me more about yourself. Are you guys originally from California?"
"You've told me nothing about yourself," I countered.
He laughed and sprawled out, leaning on his left elbow to look up at me. "Not true. I told you I was born and raised in Long Beach, and my father's a dentist. We're almost even."
"I was born in New York. We moved a few times. We lived in Nashville for a few years."
"Can you sing country?"
"Hardly," I said, smiling. "I play the piano, mostly classical pieces. Daddy loves classical music."
He just stared up at me.
"What?" I asked.
"You're so beautiful. I think I'd be content just lying here and looking up at you for the rest of my life."
"Now you're embarrassing me," I said.
"I'd rather cut off my right hand than embarrass you."
