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Make Time To Dance
Or Just Go Bowling
Margot loved to dance. Rodney tried to learn when they first met. He took lessons and would eagerly get out there on the floor with this graceful creature, never understanding what she saw in him.
That made two of them.
Well, not quite. After escaping a turbulent, abusive relationship with a charismatic prick, Margot found Rodney to be rock solid, deferential, and easy to talk to — mostly because he never said much.
It was their anniversary weekend, fifteen years, and Margot had long since given up on going dancing with her clutz of a husband. He used to insist that they go every Saturday but inevitably he’d stumble and step on her foot or trip her. The only way to talk him out of this weekly torture was to take up league bowling which was kind of like dancing…only different. It worked, though, Rodney loved bowling and Margot didn’t hate it.
She made reservations for dinner at Lupica’s. Her sister was going to come over and stay with Mitzy, their high-strung Corgi. Brenda was a doll for doing that. Margot was hosting her book club this week — they were finally finishing “Eat, Love, Pray” and not a day too soon — and made a note to buy flowers from Brenda’s flower shop.
“Hey, dollface! I have a surprise for you!” This text from Rodney appeared on…
