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Show 100 had to stop dancing to keep from bumping into Maggie Rose, who stood rooted to the floor, her back as rigid as a steel rod. "Kathleen!" Maggie Rose cried again. When he saw what was happening, Karl's breath caught so that he couldn't play another note. The din in the kitchen dwindled to silence. "Go to your room," Maggie Rose ordered her daughter. "Maggie Rose, you will not make a scene," Hugo told his wife, his voice grim. "Is it that I'm not good enough to dance with your daughter?" Mayo Culley asked in a rising tone. "And after meself gettin' your mister a fancy job with the police?" "Of course you may dance with my daughter," Hugo said. "Play another song, Karl." Karl looked uncertainly from his mother to his father, then began to play a German waltz. With a defiant look at her mother, Kathleen placed her hand on Mayo's crippled one. Mayo slipped his arm around Kathleen's waist. Tossing his head and grinning at Hugo, Mayo said, "It's grand to see you keepin' your wife in line for a change, Hugo." Fury surged into Maggie Rose's face. "Wait, stop the song, Karl," she cried. "Here's a better one for Mayo to dance to!" In her strident voice she sang: "Everybody works but father, He sits around all day, |