We went through all of the traditional numbers, even a mother/son dance. It was, I think, the first time I'd ever seen my mom dance. There'd been no dancing at Michael's or Esther's weddings, of course. Eventually the emcee opened the floor for everyone. I glanced over at my father, who was looking on with disapproval. He didn't hold with dancing, as it made people happy. He probably had some other reason couched in scripture to explain why it was of the devil, but I'm pretty sure I knew better. In fact...

"Hey, baby." I stood up and held out my hand to Aly. "Come dance with me." My little...