My posts during April form part of the Blogging from A to Z Challenge. My theme this year is Jazz and I've selected a variety of classics from across the board. I've mixed up the performers a bit though ...
Matt slowly dragged himself awake. Rubbing his eyes, he wondered what on earth had woken him up - and then he jumped up, suddenly fully awake. He could hear Suzy, and she was sobbing. Pulling on some sweat pants, he strode quickly to the front door. Suzy was lying in a heap on his doormat. Crounching down, he whispered "you're safe now. Sshh, sshh, sshh." Suzy opened her eyes and made a whimpering noise, Matt recognised it as the sound that had woken him. "Is anything broken?" he asked "Can I help you stand up?" Suzy shook her head, and then nodded. Realising that's all he was going to get for now, Matt helped her up and supported her to his sofa. Grabbing a blanket, he tucked her up. "I'll just make you some tea" he said and went into the kitchen. When he came back, she'd curled up and was fast asleep. Sighing, Matt put a cushion under Suzy's head, then sat down and drank the tea himself. Collecting a shirt and a duvet from his room, he settled down in an armchair, as past experience said she'd wake up having night terrors.
After a disturbed night, Suzy woke and accepted a cup of tea from Matt. He asked if she'd like a bath run and she'd nodded. "Will you be OK if I go to work?" he asked, knowing what the answer would be. "Yes, yes, of course. I'm going home, I don't want him to worry. I mean, I just got really drunk and you know how he hates that." "Uh-huh" muttered Matt, so far, so familiar "if you're really sure?" "I'm sure" said Suzy, setting her shoulders straight and tilting up her chin "I mean, it's not like he hit me or anything. It was just one slap and a bit of name-calling. If I hadn't been so drunk, I wouldn't have cared." Knowing it would fall on stony ground, Matt said: "But he still needs to do right by you, Suzy."
And then he added in a softer voice: "Because it can't be just me who'd give their right arm to have a chance with you."
This is probably the sexiest thing - ever - cartoon or not. But until you listen to the words, you don't realise it's a man who done her wrong song.
An old blues number from the 1930s, it was Peggy Lee's until Jessica Rabbit got her curves round it. The lyrics are actually about a lazy, good for nothing, womanising man and not domestic violence but - what can I say - that's the story that came to mind and I just had to go with the flow.
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