Girls Dancing
There's something about girls dancing. There's a special electricity about them when they
dance. It's connected to the music somehow, It's a total mystery for a guy. In fact, girls are
total mysteries anyway. That's how they are, but girls dancing to good music in a Vermont
mountain resort under a blue electric December sky is really asking for trouble. it's way too
close to the edge. It's skating on very thin ice indeed.
Every guy knows that. Even little boys know that. Girls feed off of music. They breathe
musical frequencies through girl gills somehow. It's uncanny. It's like hunting for men, perhaps.
Intuition, tracking scents, signs, motions, sounds of cracking twigs. Something deep in the racial
memory of men.
"Did you see that?", Rinny asked, quietly, breathing hard. Shep was stuck himself in the
same moment. The starlit night at their back and the warmth of the resort dance floor inside.
The music and the invitation to join the excitement of the evening, like your first party, your first
day at school, or your first date. There was something special here, something Shep thought
would finally break through his thick-skinned otherwise emotionless brother.
It was undoubtedly the girl Rinny had been staring at,
