Perfect Hurricane

When Lolita spoke nothing else mattered

He could only hear her

The loud noise of passing of cars and pedestrians and screaming sea gals was nothing compared to the loudness he heard in Lolita's voice

A soft voice that put him to sleep every night

A comforting voice, as soothing as rain.

He loved Lolita, in a way he will never love someone else,
And Lolita loved him, more than anyone will ever love him.