Diagonal to her shoulder. Then the music resumed. The members stood in a circle nervously and stared at the record player as a dog would stare at a television. Nobody lifted a foot. Then the record switched to some kind of Spanish music and there was the click of castanets in the background.
Hips now become limber.
Neck remains alert. Meanwhile, Madam Angeline sat on a folding chair in the corner of the clubhouse, smoking a cigarette, passively observing the motionless group. When the music ended, Madam Angeline picked up the record player and carried it out the door and drove away. But on the next day Madam Angeline didn't return. Nor the day after that.