*MC lounges on the chaise in the front room, sipping a glass of pinot grigio*

*she gets up and wanders through the rooms*

MC - Oh he looked so good sitting on that stool playing his guitar.

*MC walks slowly into the kitchen and sees the empty bottles of wine*

MC - he always asked me to uncork the wine because he was scared he'd break the cork. My God, he was sweet.

*MC, in her bare feet, throws a cashmire blankie over her shoulders and walks out to the front porch. She looks to the stars*

MC - give it everything you've got babe.