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I sigh, looking back down the street
"Just because you can’t dance professionally doesn’tFind the spot in the distance and don’t look away, isn’t that what you told those girls? What is your ‘spot’? Finding a way to keep dance in your life?"
I blink away, back down the block to where the girls are still twirling and laughing His spot is teaching law He hasn’t taken his eyes off that point since he started
"Okay, then" He appears to take reement "Do you train to be a teacher? Or do you learn to run your own business? Those are two different paths"
The idea of having a dance studioreaction explode inwould cut off hly than that
"Ansel," I say, shaking etting started He was going to pay for ree Now he’s not speaking to et on board with that plan There’s so about dance for himit’s as if he doesn’t like it on a visceral level I’ now that, whatever I do, I’ll have to make it ithout his help" I close my eyes and s thickly I’ve taken such a profound mental vacation from the reality of my future that I’lad I came here In some ways it’s the best decision I ever s more complicated in some ways, too"
He leans back, studies me I adore playful Ansel, the one inks at hs and brsts But I think I ht love this Ansel, the one who seems to really hat’s best for h for both of us "You’re married, no?" he asks "You have a husband?"
"Yes"
"A husband whoand look away Money talk is exceedingly aard
As playful and goofy as he can be so but sincerity in his voice when he asks, "Then ould you need to depend on your father to do what you want?"
UPSTAIRS IN OUR apartainst the counter as he reaches into the cabinet for a bottle Ansel turns, shakes two ibuprofen tablets into lass of water I stare at my hands and then up at hi "After two glasses of wine you always take ibuprofen with a big glass of water You’re a lightweight"
I’es to catch things when I don’t even think he’s paying attention He stands, watching as I s the pills and put the elass on the counter by my hip
With each second that ticks by e aren’t kissing or touching, I’ht will evaporate and he’ll turn to his desk and I’ll turn to the bedrooht, while we stare at each other in the le bulb above the stove, the energy between us seerow more electric This feels real