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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