Problem at Pollensa Bay and Other Stories

I've forgotten you I never think of you The way you walked The way you talked The things you used to say I've forgotten you I never think of you I couldn't say For sure today Whether your eyes were blue or gray I've forgotten you I never think of you.

I'm through Thinking of you I tell you I'm through Thinking of you... You... you... you...

The sobbing tune, the deep golden negro voice had a powerful effect. It hypnotized - cast a spell. Even the waiters felt it. The whole room stared at her, hypnotized by the thick cloying emotion she distilled. A waiter passed softly round the table filling up glasses, murmuring "champagne" in an undertone but all attention was on the one glowing spot of light - the black woman whose ancestors came from Africa, singing in her deep voice:

I've forgotten you I never think of you Oh, what a lie I shall think of you, think of you, think of you... Till I die...