Popular in Chicago, as you know.
The murmur was only to make people lean toward her.
Her voice as a matter-of-fact as it could ever be,
Five years next November.
Her voice was playing murmurous tricks in her throat.
She’s got an indiscreet voice, it’s full of –
Her voice is full of money.

Then he kissed her,
She blossomed for him like a flower,
And the incarnation was complete.
I love you, she murmured.
Her voice, dropping an octave lower, filled the room with scorn.
Just tell him the truth – that you never loved him – and it’s all wiped out forever.
But her voice was playing murmurous tricks in her throat.