I start whistling a song, not sure why it popped into my head, and lie back. After a few notes, I softly sing it to myself and close my eyes, "Together again. Gee, it's good to be together again. I just can't imagine that you've ever been gone. It's not starting over; it's just moving on. Oh, together again."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I glance at Nic, creeped out, and Jackie just shakes her head again. I let the baby sleep and sit back, crossing my arms and closing my eyes for a second.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!