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Show 31 ask for details yet. They sat looking in opposite directions until the band returned to the platform. Would she like to dance, he asked timidly. Maybe in a few minutes, she said, not looking at him. The band started to play "Stardust," which was a song Lorin liked very much. "I'm sorry I swore all those times," he said. "You don't have to apologize." He watched Bob Harvey and Connie Gish dancing a few yards away. Connie's eyes were closed and her cheek was nestled against Bob's chest. Her right hand was pressed flat against Bob's lapel and Bob had his hand on top of it, holding it securely in place. They were scarcely moving. "I was just in kind of a bad mood," he said. "You know. Things at home. But I'm feeling hetter now." He hoped she might ask what was wrong at home. "If that's how you act at home I'm not surprised," she said. "You know how it is when you can't do anything right?" he said. "Your parents start in on you as soon as you get up in the morning and you can't wait to get out of the house?" "As a matter of fact I get along very nicely with my parents," she said. He wondered if he was going to be able to work around to his ward teaching story and his testimony. It didn't seem promising, but it was the first tine she had said anything to him on her own initiative all night. "Actually, I didn't mean that I didn't get along with them necessarily," he said. "It's just that we don't always see eye to eye." He had an ugly aftertaste that made him suspect he had just said something stupid, but he was a little relieved to notice that she hadn't apparently been listening. Some scuffling had broken out near the street |