Dancing

I was a young man at a wedding. Family came from far and near, dressed to the nines … adults and children … tuxedos and ballgowns. The orchestra played and we danced as we were able … waltz … foxtrot … jitterbug … except one young lady, about my age, hair in braids, a full white dress … a cane by her side. My father gently urged me to ask her to dance. I could not. My father went, bowed to her, said a few words, then took her onto the dance floor … the first of several dances … my father, dancing with the belle-of-the-ball!