Vive La Danse
by Sandra Crook
to the door of the dance studio, casting a
baleful glance over her shoulder at Kenneth.
Other couples stood around awkwardly.
Rousillon sighed and pushed her spectacles
wearily into her polished black top-knot. Flavia
was her best dancer, and ear-marked for
Saturdays show. Hopefully shed
recover in time.
me if you would, Mr Lewis, why you so desperately
want to learn to dance?
and went through it again.
for Rosie, my wife, he said.
Shes always pestered me to go dancing,
but its not really my thing. So now
shes started dancing with a friend of hers.
At first it was just once a week but now
its most evenings. Were never
together these days, so I need to make an effort.
at him keenly, saw his colour rising.
very sorry about Flavia, he said, and
about the lady last week. Katrina, wasnt it?
Rousillon nodded. Katrinas much
better now, she said carefully, but
she cant make Tuesdays any more.
change my evening, Kenneth said helpfully,
Im on my own a lot now so
theres no problem.
that wont be necessary, said
Madame, remembering Katrinas response when
asked to to partner Kenneth again.
when hell freezes over and in a
pigs ear, I will echoed in her mind.
Flavia be all right for next week? Kenneth
asked plaintively. Im getting used to
Flavia would ever contemplate a foray into Mr
Lewiss arms again.
see, said Madame, unconvincingly.
Same time next week.
exasperation with Kenneths dancing ability,
Madame empathised with this poor man, who clearly
had more serious problems than simply two left
arrived the following week, he found Madame
talking to a pleasant little woman with no sign
of Flavia or any of the other couples.
Lewis, said Madame, this is Stella
Robinson, my new neighbour. Shes about your
standard so Ive decided to give the pair of
you my individual attention. Ive switched
the other pairs to a later class.
By the end of
the evening Kenneths feet were as sore as
Stellas, and both were equally relieved
that the class was over.
not very good, am I? Stella said, colouring
its not your fault, Stella, the fault is
entirely mine, Kenneth said gallantly.
See you again next week then.
After a few
months Stella and Kenneths dancing ability
had improved only marginally, but by now they
were the firmest of friends and often enjoyed a
drink together after the class.
the growing friendship between Stella Robinson
and Kenneth Lewis with interest.
Just as she
had watched the blossoming romance between one
Rosie Lewis, a talented young dancer on the
professional dancing circuit, and her handsome
clouds were looming in the Lewis household, but
Madame had done her best to help Kenneth to
weather the coming months.
also helped a rather lonely new neighbour to pick
up the reins of a social life once more.
And she had
saved the professional careers of two of her most
nothing Madame liked better than finding one
solution to several problems at the same time.