Hard Roads and Rainbows
The girl with red hair and hazel eyes sits up, raising herself from under the bed clothes. She doesn't say anything: a person of few words and a soulful expression.
I don't say anything either; I am dreaming and reminiscing a little.
We were having a debate on the origins of rock and roll. I knew no more than anyone else about the subject but what I did know was more than I knew about philosophy