nodded.
He asked nothing else.
My mother found my silver dance shoes sitting on top of the trash bin.
“Aren’t you going to pack these away?” she asked gently.
“I never want to see them again,” I admitted.
She closed the box and handed it back to me.
“Then we will buy new ones someday, but next time you will dance purely for yourself.”
That night, we stayed at a hotel near the airport because I couldn’t handle another night alone in Pasadena.
At ten thirty, an unfamiliar number called.
