This week was different however.  As usual, I heard the music blaring as I walked in the house.  It was Cat Stephens' "Hard Headed Woman". on the box.  I've heard her play that CD before and said something to her about that as I sat down for lunch.  I could see that she was disturbed though, but not for being caught playing the same thing twice.  She proceeded to tell me about her boyfriend of a few short months and how he had been killed in a head on collision last friday, while on the way to her house. He was only 43. It was an unfortunate ice/snow/bridge mishap that could have easily happened to any of us  I didn't really know quite how to deal with this, or with her state of mind, but did the best I could.  I could see that she was devastated just by telling me about it.  I was surprised that she was even there to work.  

Funny (pun) thing about listening to music. The Cat Stevens album that you speak of (Tea for the Tillerman) has a song called Sad Lisa (in addition to Hard Headed Woman) The lyrics go like this:

Sad Lisa - Cat Stevens
She hangs her head and cries on my shirt.
She must be hurt very badly.
Tell me what's making you sadly?
Open your door, don't hide in the dark.
You're lost in the dark, you can trust me.
'Cause you know that's how it must be.

Lisa Lisa, sad Lisa Lisa.

Her eyes like windows, tricklin' rain
Upon her pain getting deeper.
Though my love wants to relieve her.
She walks alone from wall to wall.
Lost in a hall, she can't hear me.
Though I know she likes to be near me.

Lisa Lisa, sad Lisa Lisa.

She sits in a corner by the door.
There must be more I can tell her.
If she really wants me to help her.
I'll do what I can to show her the way.
And maybe one day I will free her.
Though I know no one can see her.

Lisa Lisa, sad Lisa Lisa.