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fatherslove) wrote2014-08-05 08:45 pm
fatherslove) wrote2014-08-05 08:45 pm
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Once dancing had been strange and not entirely comfortable, a process of trying to make his large body obey him in ways to which it wasn't accustomed. But since Lily, that had changed, though the change had been slow. Music and laughter and turning bodies no longer meant New Year's Eve, 1958. Something he had begun to understand was that old, painful memories, while they couldn't be erased, could be smoothed over with new ones. Bad associations could be remade.
Lily was helping him to learn.
He smiled and lifted his wine glass - he was beginning to get a sense of what he liked and what he didn't, and this was a red he liked very much. They had been to the restaurant several times now, and he was beginning to think of it as theirs. He wondered what that meant.
"You look beautiful."
Lily was helping him to learn.
He smiled and lifted his wine glass - he was beginning to get a sense of what he liked and what he didn't, and this was a red he liked very much. They had been to the restaurant several times now, and he was beginning to think of it as theirs. He wondered what that meant.
"You look beautiful."