"Do you think estrogen could have saved her?" she asks as she languidly cards her fingers through my hair.
"Who?" I mumble, half paying attention.
"The guy on the radio right now."
My eyes snap open and I stare at her incredulously from where my head rests on her lap.
"Yeah," she replies, a pensive expression on her face.
"Saved her from... saved him from what??"
"I dunno... whatevers bothering her that this song is about."
I screw up my face, trying to wring out any kind of transfemme allegory from the second movement of Autumn.
"Babe... what the hell are you talking about?"