Chapter Nineteen: Clara shifted restlessly in the bed next to James. She imagined Howard saying, “Why don’t you go on and lay yo’ head next to mine,” but he didn’t ease Miss Clara’s midnight blues. She looked at the full moon but only heard Howard singing his blues, which sounded like the unrelenting tinkle of tears, accompanied by a guitar that cried with his heartache yet kept the beat of Muddy Waters and the Chicago blues as he sang: