Before we danced at Gancha’s, Delia got us work at a house party in West Walter’s Grove. Bertha Bottomfelder of Bottomfelder Liquors requested that Latisha and I dance at her home for one of her regular weekly parties. I was dreading this opportunity. It made me remember those house parties my father danced at during my childhood and I never felt that I belonged amongst those people. There was a lot of javann drinking, partner swapping, and talking down about the other districts of the city. I used to overhear some of the wealthiest people of the city tell my father that he should move from East Walter’s Grove District and not associate with the common folk. He was an exceptional dancer and greatness belonged with the best people of the city.
“We have to keep dancing, my love,” Latisha sa
