I whirled Lorraine to the outer rim of the Diggers Arms Hall galaxy and she was pleased to see me livening up for the first time that night, and pleased also that I was trying to keep her away from my competitors. I was pleased that she had no idea of my primary and far baser motive.
But, Eddie Roberts was a veteran of the Tap, and skilled in cutting off a couple at the pass, and before long I had to yield up my treasure. I stood at the centre of the floor and looked towards the entrance. My heart was in my mouth as I saw two Ladies enter, one the right size and hairstyle for Robyn. The other? I didn’t know Christine Foster all that well, but it didn’t matter, because I realised that the two who had just threaded their way through the non-dancing Gents at the entrance door were the Pershouse girls, whose dancing skills I have maligned cruelly in another story. Never was I so glad to see them! I would have danced all night with both of them. Together, if necessary; it wouldn’t have made that much difference.
When she did it the first time, I wondered if she would get a tongue-lashing from her mother, but to my amazement she ignored it completely. That was the mater in imprimatur, I guess. With nothing really to lose from my point of view, we Jazz Waltzed our way round the dance floor, Lorraine’s head on my shoulder giving me a better field of vision to watch the door.
Robyn was deeply remorseful about breaking the date, but I readily forgave her as it seemed the decent thing to do. I did ask her to pass on to her father my regrets at his mishap and my hopes for his speedy and complete recovery. I'm afraid I said the second part of that with more sincerity than the first. I know - I'm evil. Lucky, but evil.
But that is about another ending and another beginning. Life is full of them. You’ve probably had enough of this by now. Let’s just say that not long after that miraculous escape from public humiliation, in dealing with the opposite sex at High School I changed from being a parallel monogamist to a serial one. That was a far less stressful existence.
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