My words seemed to break the ice, though. A minute later, the three of us made our way to the dance floor. The place was about half full, which meant we were able to find a relatively open space to dance in private. And dance we did. We fell into step with each other quickly, finding a rhythm that matched the music. I had gone dancing with my brother before, but he had improved since then. It was my first time dancing with my mother, though. Not surprisingly, she was just as graceful on the dance floor as she was on stage during her performances.
As the night went on, I got caught up in the ardor of the intimacy the three of us shared. We didn't dance like a mom and her children. We danced like a threesome. Each of us took our cues from the other two, spinning around and hustling from ste
