The dancers waltz to the footlights and take a bow. He is radiant. I mouth the words at him, but he's looking past me. My eyes burn with tears. I shout at the top of my voice.
People begin hauling out bouquets of flowers.
I stand with both arms in the air reaching out to him and, my heart swelling, I hear yelling and screaming. I reach under Mom's seat for the flowers. Click here to go to the next story. Click here to go to the previous story.