Country Music: It's Weird Like That

Holly kicked up her feet in the garden outside August's home, he had been away for several days now on a business endeavor with Falcone. Hashing out the details with Maroni and some grand dealing with the Russians. Blood was hot under the collar right now and the old grim reaper of a steward felt Holly would be an unwelcome guest to it.

She did not mind having the week off – as much as it was going to allow her. Even so, today she sat with a stack of fictional literature on the side of the lawn chair, enjoying the rare sunny summer day, lemonade in one hand. Holly had placed a small portable radio on the stack of books she'd yet to mentally devour. It was crackling with pops of static every so often but what played was a station hardly listened to in these parts anyway.

A sullener tone played from the radio, the song was heartfelt:

We won't remember meeting like this… Will we darling? Because there are lies, we don't mean to tell ourselves, ones that you, darling, will get caught up in. And the biggest of them all is that the scariest thing is not the grave. Dear darling. Is it the trust you seek in me? Is it the secrets you give away to me? Dear darling, it's scary the lies we tell ourselves that you dear darling get wrapped up in.

Will we darling, remember this night? You're wide awake and still pretending that seeing me is not believing, but it's the words we spoke that are so deceiving. Dear darling. Is it the trust you seek in me? Is it the secrets you give away to me? Dear darling, it's scary the lies we tell ourselves that you dear darling get wrapped up in.

Oh, you think words cannot hurt you. Say, Dearest Devil, tell me a lie. Tell me a lovely lie. Let me take that lie to the grave for my dear darling so they do not bear it alone. Don't allow Fate to steal that soul as it belongs to that little lie. Let it lie with my grave, dear darling.

Did you remember now, when we met? I did and I wanted to forget.

We don't mean to do it, it's just the trust you offer another. Telling them all your little lies like a lover. And when the rain falls upon that gravestone, you tell them one more, dear darling.

Holly sipped the lemonade, humming along.