Chapter 6Saturday sunshine spilled through the window, waking me from my ballet dreams.
I grabbed my phone to look for Mimi texts. She texted me a lot when she was out of town on business.
Then it hit me. There wouldn’t be a text from her. But that was okay. Yesterday, I learned a lot.
What I did do was pull up a pic of Mimi. I kissed her cheek. Mimi, I had fun dancing with you in my dreams.
I jumped from bed, went across the hall to my pretty much aired-out room and put on my dance gear. My dreams could be real in that perfect space. Not with Mimi by my side. But I could dance for her.
Careful not to wake Sarge and Will, I crept up the stairs, synched my phone and put on Debussy again—I love, love, love “Clair de Lune.” For the next hour, I did my routine to the quiet music. I was de
