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   So we danced and we danced and we danced. I hardly knew Boris or Pat or Nanette, or Claudia for that matter. Boris’s great, ungainly shape drifted in effortless rhythm across the floor. Claudia was a little clumsy which belied her graceful body. I smiled. I could ask her who raised her. I could ask her how she came to know Boris. I could ask her a hundred questions yet when we looked into each other’s eyes as we danced there was no need. Our souls opened. Warm smiles invited each other in. Shared rhythm and movement created bonds instantly. The world seems good. This world seemed good and it was a wonderful, wonderful relief.

   Then Boris caught Pat looking over his shoulder at the second-floor balcony. He followed his gaze and noticed the fronds of the potted plants on the balcony move slightly. Pat and Nanette flattened their ears and growled.