Hay milonga de amor
Raven slipped quietly into the sitting room, closing the door carefully behind her. She meant to lock it behind her... but she didn’t. The room was much as she had left it when she’d been listening to Madame Butterfly with Angel a day or two ago. She started moving the furniture around with the well practiced air of someone who had done it before. Granted, it had been some time since she’d been taking lessons and had determinedly cleared the floor so she had somewhere to practice. Which she had, ferociously.
She’d even tried to make Charles practice with her once.
After quickly closing the curtains (she’d rather not anyone peer in and see here), she started rifling through the overlarge cupboard that contained their sizeable record collection, looking for one record in particular. Her favourite. It took her a bit of searching, but she did find it. Then it was only a matter of putting it on the record player.
As the strains of her favourite tango started to play, Raven closed her eyes and began to dance.