Hannah continues to hum, and the tune changes to a slow jazz swing. Opening her mouth, she vocalizes shortly, sounding almost like a soprano saxophone before singing.
"Spiked heels, and porkpie hat. Have you on the mend in no time flat. Shimmy and shake, pitter and pat. Hey there sugar,"
As she sings the next line, she points at her friend's face, which has broken into a radiant, if somewhat tired smile.
"Take a look at that! Don't you despair cause your fantasy life is nowhere. Under my care, you'll be back in the pink."
She pauses, reaching and grabbing the covers. Pulling the up to Double-D's chin, she sings again, smiling.
"Tumble down in soft silk and satin. Loosen up and roll to the rumble of the drum. Make believe it's midnight in Manhattan, 10 minutes til' the savages come."
She smiles, seeing the boy's eyes droop to half-lids sleepily.
"Come here, and don't look back. Meet me at the end of the cul-de-sac. Come on! Stand up at attention, and I'll do the same."
On the next line, she gently runs a finger down Double-D's cheek, making him giggle a little.
"Hey there tiger don't be ashamed. Life has a way of destroying our sense of child's play. But under my wing you'll be back in the pink."
She pulls back from the bed, sitting cross-legged on the floor and looking up at her beloved friend with her hands in her lap.
"Tumble down in soft silk and satin, let your backbone roll to the rumble of the drum. Make believe it's midnight in Manhattan, 10 minutes til' the savages come."
Smiling as she watches Double-D, she sings the bridge more quietly than the verses, seeing his eyes shut tiredly.
"Sigmund Freud…wouldn't have needed to worry if his hands were tied by me. There's no neurosis that his doctor can't diagnose. I'll find the monster and deliver a lethal dose."
Vocalizing to sound like a sax again, Hannah looks around the room, making sure it's as tidy as she found it. She packs her duffel and zips it up tightly, watching Double-D's steady breathing.
"Life has a way of destroying our sense of fair play, but under my wing, you'll be back in the pink."
Slowly escaping out of his bedroom and shutting the door with a soft click, she walks downstairs while still singing.
"Tumble down in soft silk and satin. Loosen up and roll to the rumble of the drum. Make believe it's midnight in Manhattan…10 minutes til' the savages come.
Leaving the house after slipping her shoes back on, she quietly shuts the front door and walks off down the sidewalk towards her house, finishing the song with a small smile.
"Spiked heels and porkpie hat…I'll have you on the mend in no time flat! Shimmy and a shake, a pitter and pat. Hey there sugar…you get to feelin'…"
The girl fades out to vocalize one more time, a smile on her face and love in her eyes.
THE END!
(Note: This song is by Manhattan Transfer, I don't own it. )