Parte XI
Jane stood waiting for the elevator, staring at the closed doors as if they would provide answers to his thoughts. Lisbon came hurrying over to him right as the bell sounded.
"Jane, don't do anything rash—we can work this out, we'll fix it!"
He looked at her ironically as he entered the elevator. "I doubt that,"
But Lisbon was not one to give up so easily. "I'll come by your place tonight; we'll talk it out, ok?"
Jane smiled. It seemed to be a mixture of appreciation and reassurance, but there was a tinge of sadness in his eyes. "You're sweet," he said gently.
Lisbon looked almost ready to cry. "Let me help you!" she pleaded.
The door shut, ending the conversation.
When a woman loves a man
She senses all his cares
And fills her prayers with pleas for his stress to end
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She knows he's alone each night
She knows he's not alright
She wants to go to him and help him mend
Why shouldn't she want such a thing?
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When his mind darkens she becomes fearful
She wants to help him once more be cheerful
Why shouldn't she want such a thing?