The Amazon
“Danny, where are you?” I called out.
“Up here,” he yelled from the ballroom. “I was just about to practice. Perhaps you’d care to partner me.”
I climbed the stairs and ran into his arms, happy to be home and to see him again. It had been a long and exhausting day. The plight of the homeless had reminded me of a similar situation I had been in, in the not too distant past. Then there had been nowhere for me to turn to. At least now these people had a chance.
“What’s the matter?” he asked, stroking my hair.
“What a day I’ve had.”
Danny started some music and we began to dance, very slowly, cheek to cheek. It was soothing to my soul. Dancing was one of my passions — something I’d loved since I was a child.
“Tell me,” he whispered.
“There are still so many people out there
