“Did you ever wear those ridiculous little skirts?”
“Of course I did, I was a ballet dancer,” she replied before getting straight down to it. “Why are you here?”
“I came to watch the performance. The kids were great. Your choreography was fantastic.”
“I have to go and talk to the children,” she said. “Excuse me.”
“I’ll be waiting out in the reception area,” he informed her, and stepped aside to let her pass.
“Don’t bother, I drove myself here and I can drive myself back.”
“I’ll be waiting,” he reiterated. Her back stiffened, and she walked off without another look back.
It took her nearly an hour to finish up. After heaping praise on the kids, she was stopped by parents who were keen to discuss their children. She was supposed to help Susan clean up after the rest of the recital was
