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"It's going to be our signature move"
The sound of spanish horns are playing loudly from the cheap stereo, the sofa and the kitchen chairs have been moved for a makeshift dancefloor. A baritone kicks in.
"Sit down. We'll work on your income tax in a moment; we've been practicing this."
They are dancing the cha-cha along the granite floor and carpet, the light turned low and ambient. They move seamlessly in 4/4 meter, dad in a button shirt and work slacks, mom in her workout shorts and minus the makeup. They have a rare smile as they dance, the same look as if they were in black-ties and silk, the abnormal and instinctive turn of the mouth too honest for social pragmatics.
As they dance I finger my silver wedding ring, I am leaning against the marble island in the kitchen eating snow peas from the pod and drinking water. The sink is full of dishes and pans congealed with vegetable curry, there is a stack of ads and letters on the table.
Still they keep dancing, his oxfords and her toe-loop sandals moving patiently in choreographed time. She stop suddenly and laughs aloud, stumbling awkwardly to the stereo and rewinding the tape.
"Ah I'll get it, this is too tricky for an audience"
The sound of spanish horns are playing loudly from the cheap stereo, the sofa and the kitchen chairs have been moved for a makeshift dancefloor. A baritone kicks in.
"Sit down. We'll work on your income tax in a moment; we've been practicing this."
They are dancing the cha-cha along the granite floor and carpet, the light turned low and ambient. They move seamlessly in 4/4 meter, dad in a button shirt and work slacks, mom in her workout shorts and minus the makeup. They have a rare smile as they dance, the same look as if they were in black-ties and silk, the abnormal and instinctive turn of the mouth too honest for social pragmatics.
As they dance I finger my silver wedding ring, I am leaning against the marble island in the kitchen eating snow peas from the pod and drinking water. The sink is full of dishes and pans congealed with vegetable curry, there is a stack of ads and letters on the table.
Still they keep dancing, his oxfords and her toe-loop sandals moving patiently in choreographed time. She stop suddenly and laughs aloud, stumbling awkwardly to the stereo and rewinding the tape.
"Ah I'll get it, this is too tricky for an audience"