Chapter Fourteen
At some point in her second decade of life, Morgan’s mother had bound her with a tutu, strapped her into soft, pink slippers, and deposited her in the town’s only dance class. The other girls twirled around and leaped past Morgan who could never keep the beat.
Sure, she could do the dance moves when called to the center of Madame Guillaume’s class to demonstrate. Her pirouettes were perfect. Her jettes were grand. But once the music started, Morgan was all over the place and nowhere near where she should be in the dance line or on the beat.
Beat deafness it was called. It afflicted a small, minuscule portion of the planet’s population, but it was real. Its victims were people who couldn’t catch a beat, clap to a rhythm, or move in synch.
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