Make Time to Dance
Or Just Go Bowling
It was their anniversary weekend, fifteen years, and Margot had long since given up on going dancing with her clutz of a husband. He used to insist that they go every Saturday but inevitably he’d stumble and step on her foot or trip her. The only way to talk him out of this weekly torture was to take up league bowling which was kind of like dancing…only different.
It worked, though, Rodney loved bowling and Margot didn’t hate it.
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