OUR DANCE Gretchen Fletcher Life with him was a dance, a twirling and whirling, dizzying Vi'nese-waltz- of a dance. Dramatic and sweeping, with motions large and grand, steps never mincing and not apart. Pelvises touching and rigid backs arched so eyes could meet, we swept past the watchers who applauded jealously. "Ginger and Fred," they said. Trustingly I followed his steps. He looked ahead to where he was leading. Only I looked behind, and over his shoulder I watched the world spin to an out-of- control blur.

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