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Show 2 ft warm and lightly fluid: instantly I remembered everything about the way she danced, so light in my arms and yet so solidly warm. I asked her if she had ever square danced at Oak Grove and she hadn't, she and fcit in highschoolk had not gone to country dances. She had a few times with her firsi husband though, had enjoyed them and regretted missing them in highschool. Yes, she had loved dancing the hora, she said, smiling in a strange way. "Are you drinking tonight?" "Just one. Or two." "This is the first time I ever saw you drink." "You haven't seen much." "First time I've danced with you in Chicago." 'Tirst time since highschool. JsoSf yearSj vuJay. I felt I had to defend myself, saying we hadn't had a chance. "Haven't we? First time you've kissed me too, Since highschool." She looked up with such a smile, lips j5 slightly parted, that I had to look away. I drew her closer to me so I wouldn't have to see her face, spoke into her ear. "Most of that time you were married to somebody," I said. "So what?" "Weyhaven't seen each other that much." "Haven't seen each other?" She pulled back to look at me, that strange smile. "Roommates don't count." "You don't like roommates?" "Sure, but I don't kiss ithem." "Is there a law?" e "Mostly tt^v're men." "I'm not," she said, and came so closely against me that I could not doubt it, her thigh sliding silkenly between mine. |
