“The last dance”


We were friends. He always could count on me as a last-minute date, and we would dance. At his brother’s wedding, it was the last song and we hadn’t danced yet. I said, “Don’t just stand there—dance with me.” The minute we started to dance I knew what it was like to dance on air.


Postscript: Marriage, kids, more dancing.

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