继续跳舞（2）

    in fact, that has been another bone of contention betone through over some romance or the other gone . the latest, eddie, is no different, for all i knoainst him.  although i do have to admit, she smiles much more these days. she thinks i’m overly protective, but just six months ago she rarely left the house. i had to practically drag her around to the shops for neht. i suppose i must take some responsibility for the change in her. i ht club at the local community center. since then, she’s become a different person. and i’m finding it difficult to cope old jeether, sunshades are a must.

    she complains that i don’t talk enough uage totally outside my realm of experience, using eneration.

    i knoe in their lives, but i’ve done my best to bring some order, to give her ne is noet paintings, sculptures, and literature：if it doesn’t have a beat, it’s not .

    suddenly, i hear the sound my ears have been straining for all night. her laughter floats up through the early morning air as she giggles at some e—calls of “goodnight,” more laughter, and then the clickety-click of her heels as she totters up the path. her key has barely turned in the lock before i’ve crossed the bedroom in t and hall lights, and am  at the entrance. anger, frustration, love, and an over need to protect all merge into a kaleidoscope of emotion  a regular saturday scenario.

    like a rabbit caught in headlights, she stops inside the door, blinking in the harsh glare. she looks so small and vulnerable. her tiny, slim fingers appear almost translucent as she raises her hand to shield her eyes from the blinding lights. “hello. ” she says.

    “ins the usual script. a quick lecture from me, a sigh of exasperation from her, and then off to bed to salvage a feht, things aren’t running to pattern. there’s a glint of defiance in her gaze.

    “you  up for me after tonight. i’m moving in s feel kind of ns that it’s all bluff and bravado. no, she’s perfectly serious. she climbs the stairs and sinks dohs gently, and her features soften as she takes my hand.

    “i’m sorry i  tones i recall from my oood for me, ”she continues. “he makes me laugh, and i haven’t been doing a lot of that lately. he may or may not be the right one, but i’m ready to find out.  i’m strong enough to look after myself noood to me since dad moved out, but it’s time for us both to start living our oain. ”

    in the silence i feel her anxiety,  for my reaction. sloht.  for the past year our lives have been on hold as gled to come to terms ing and coercing her to live again, and no me i’ve succeeded. it’s my turn to let go, to move on.

    a great sense of relief floods through me. i’m no longer solely responsible for her happiness. she’s found friends from her oeneration  my dreams a reality. i could return to college, take that holiday...

    smiling, i stand, pulling her up h. “i guess at seventy, you’re old enough to go it alone. noet some sleep. you’ve got a big day ahead of you. ”

    “yes,” she laughs. “i’m so happy. i think i’ll  three days a  too late to start again, e.</p>

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