Still at the wedding. Way over for one day, so consider it 2 days...or three...
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Childress, Texas June 1989
[Part 3]
"Mighty nice reception you and Mark've thrown, Bridgett." He was concentrating hard, make it like a box, 1,2,3,4 then 1,2,3,4.
"Thank you, Ennis, glad you like it. Though, if I had my way, I would of liked to have it in the back yard, with picnic tables covered in white cloths with small pails of sunflowers and yellow napkins. Like our own reception." Bridgett let out a small sigh. "But, nothing is too good for Daddy's little lass, and I just smiled when they both told me I'd have to go with the flow in this one!"
"Glad ya did." 1,2,3,4, then 1,2,3,4.
"You're a good dancer, take lessons?"
"Ya, from Junior. She insisted I at least be able to do the foxtail."
"Foxtrot."
"Yeah, that's it."
"Well, she taught you well, and she had a good pupil. For a big man, you're really light on your feet."
He looked up, startled, and 1,2,3,4, came out 1,2,4,3.
"Ouch!"
"Sorry. Lost my concentration." Blushing a bit. "You okay?" 1,2,3,4 then 1,2,3,4.
"Oh yes, nothing that Mark hasn't done before, too. Did I say something wrong? You had this funny look..." Bridgett's eyes got wider, and it was her turn to blush. "Shit... I mean, damn... I mean... Oh hell, Ennis, not very ladylike, was it? Now, you have to know that I'd never..."
"Already do know it. Just reminded me of somethin someone said a long time ago, that's all." He caught Jack's eye across the dance floor and grinned at him.