"There was music, the kind that never went away: the Stones and the Doors, Janis Joplin, very early Pink Floyd. It was one of those evenings."
The music soaked into the deck, tickling my bare feet. I breathed salt air and sighed. Dennis wiggled out of my embrace, danced over to the rail, and dove into dark water, laughing.
A splash. A scream.
Moonlight glinted on silver skin. I wanted to help. I also wanted to live.
Mick's voice boomed from the speakers: "You can't always get what you want."
Mick again: "But you get what you need."