It just isn't inside me naturally; I need help to hear it.
Anyway," he explained, "if you take 16 even beats, numbers 1,4,7,11,
and 13 are the son clave beats. So, it is asymmetrical within the 16
beats, but symmetrical outside; the pattern repeats every 16 beats.
That's what gives it that rocking quality--the train leans one way and
then pulls back and leans the other. Ba, ba, ba--baba. Ba, ba,
ba--baba."
"There you go," Jennifer said, "who says you aren't musical?"
Oliver changed the subject. "How's Rupert doing?"
"Rupert . . ." She shrugged, frustrated. "Sometimes I think he doesn't
even see me when he looks at me."
"Do you think you'll have kids, someday?" It just popped out of his
mouth.
"I hope so. We've been trying."
"This could be the weekend," Oliver said hopefully.
"I don't think so," she said. "Rupert's at a stamp collectors'
convention . . . You want to go to a movie Saturday afternoon, maybe
have a drink?" Her eyes opened wide. Now _she_ was surprised at
herself. Oliver blinked.
"Jesus, Jennifer. That sounds a lot like a date."
"Well--yes! Rupert is always telling me I should go out more, get out
of the house.
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