The only dancing we do now is with her, both in the privacy of our home, and at the dance lessons she wanted to take with Dante and me at a studio in Whitman. I thought her moves were already perfect, but I’ll take any excuse to hold her in my arms.
“It’s been the best year of my life, without question,” I tell Lorraine, my brother, and our two best friends, “and I know for certain that each year to come is only going to get better.”
“Hear, hear,” the others say. Looking into each other’s eyes, we clink glasses and drink to our future.