Thursday, December 15, 2016

101. Heart Dancing
A few days later, I ran into Margaret’s husband Joel in a grocery story.  He told me about Howard’s wedding.   “Margaret danced all night.  No cane, no wincing, no booze and painkillers.”  A wicked smile crossed his face.  “She got to dancing with a group of younger gals.”  He seemed to search for a word.  “Dancing more, suggestive, than she might have at a Navy ball. Howard’s dipstick brother got high, and cut himself a piece of wedding cake before dinner was served.  Their mother, who’s got to be 80, dumped coffee in his brother’s lap.”

“You mean spilled it?” I asked.

“No sir.  She walked over to him, steaming cup in hand, looked him right in the eye, and poured it onto his crotch.  Everybody but the dipstick laughed their butts off.  Roy brought RuhRoh as his date.  Kinda sad that he and his wife couldn’t make it work, but they’re better friends than they were before he got sober.

“There was a dog at a wedding reception?”

“Ruhroh wore a bow tie. People scratched his ears and rubbed his belly all afternoon.  The caterer made him a special plate. For a dog from death row, his life has really turned around.”  He smiled and added, “The main thing is Margaret danced without pain, Ken.  Can’t remember anything that made me happier. My heart danced with her.”

Today I will be grateful for anything or anyone who makes my heart dance.

Life on Life's Terms III (c) 2016 by Ken Montrose

Life on Life's Terms III is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance between the characters and anyone you might know is purely coincidental.

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