The Last Track
Arthur opened his eyes. He was crying, but he was also smiling. He looked at the empty spot on the sofa. download frank sinatra my way mp3
Their song was My Way . Not because either of them had lived a life of wild rebellion—Arthur had been an accountant, Eleanor a librarian—but because one night in 1972, at a cheap Italian restaurant in Newark, the song had played from a jukebox as she reached over and wiped a smear of marinara from his chin. “You’re messy,” she’d said. “But you do it your way.” He had laughed so hard the couple at the next table shushed him. The Last Track Arthur opened his eyes