A song to dance to
The room was filled with a well-known tune, and my spouse held out his hand. “Should we? With a comforting grin, he inquired. I nodded, thankful for the diversion, and followed him onto the dance floor. I saw Dad reappear as we danced, squeezing past the throng of people. His motions were purposeful, as though he was preparing for another surprise moment, and there was something about his renewed intensity that suggested impending resolve.
A Song To Dance To
An unreadable approach
We were swinging to the old tune when I saw Dad. It was difficult to read his face. He resembled a conundrum without a solution. Guests were observing us closely, presumably curious about what might happen next. Their expressions conveyed a mixture of stress and interest, as though they were anticipating another turn of events. ‘Ignore him, just enjoy the dance,’ my spouse muttered, trying to concentrate.
An Unreadable Approach
