继续跳舞（2）
in fact, that has been another bone of contention betone through over some romance or the other gone . the latest, eddie, is no different, for all i knoainst him. although i do have to admit, she smiles much more these days. she thinks i’m overly protective, but just six months ago she rarely left the house. i had to practically drag her around to the shops for neht. i suppose i must take some responsibility for the change in her. i ht club at the local community center. since then, she’s become a different person. and i’m finding it difficult to cope old jeether, sunshades are a must.
she complains that i don’t talk enough uage totally outside my realm of experience, using eneration.
i knoe in their lives, but i’ve done my best to bring some order, to give her ne is noet paintings, sculptures, and literature：if it doesn’t have a beat, it’s not .
suddenly, i hear the sound my ears have been straining for all night. her laughter floats up through the early morning air as she giggles at some e—calls of “goodnight,” more laughter, and then the clickety-click of her heels as she totters up the path. her key has barely turned in the lock before i’ve crossed the bedroom in t and hall lights, and am at the entrance. anger, frustration, love, and an over need to protect all merge into a kaleidoscope of emotion a regular saturday scenario.
like a rabbit caught in headlights, she stops inside the door, blinking in the harsh glare. she looks so small and vulnerable. her tiny, slim fingers appear almost translucent as she raises her hand to shield her eyes from the blinding lights. “hello. ” she says.
“ins the usual script. a quick lecture from me, a sigh of exasperation from her, and then off to bed to salvage a feht, things aren’t running to pattern. there’s a glint of defiance in her gaze.
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