There were streamers in her memory. The theme of the dance all those years ago had been Enchanted Forest. Foxy knew she had danced all night long with each boy in her class. The funny thing was the only face she could remember swaying in time to the slow beat with her was Joe"s.
The dance lessons had been awful. Joe had stepped on her foot with his left foot, then again with his right foot. She didn"t remember a single second of the pain from her toes.
All Foxy could remember was how the two of them had laughed. How big Joe had smiled. How safe and secure she"d felt in his arms, even as her toes had been at the height of danger.
At the dance, there hadn"t been any laughing or joking. He hadn"t stepped on her toes a single time. Even while she"d made the rounds with other boys in the cla
