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Realizing that she had missed something Glynnis had said, she turned her attention back to her.
“… don’t you think?”
“I’m so sorry, Glynnis. I was miles away. What were you saying?”
“Oh, nothing, really. I was just saying that Mrs. Lloyd seems very animated tonight. I think she’s really enjoying dancing with that man.”
Penny followed her gaze to the centre of the room where the dancers were just finishing the waltz.
Something about the wistfulness in Glynnis’s voice caught her attention.
“Did you not want to dance, Glynnis? Surely Huw would give you a turn or two around the floor?”
Glynnis shook her head.
“No, not one for dancing, is our Huw. He likes playing bridge, but that’s about it. He’s really more interested in organizing the events because he likes to make sure the community centre is well taken care of. For some reason, he feels very proprietary about it.” She shrugged. “He just likes things to be done right, I suppose, and the right way is always his way.” She glanced at the group of dancers. “But I might ask the same thing of you. Would you like to join the dancers?”
“I’m not bothered. Really, I think I’d rather just watch.”
The music stopped and the dancers broke away from their partners. Penny and Glynnis looked up as Mrs. Lloyd led Harry Saunders over to them.
Talk about proprietary, thought Penny.
“Oh, Penny,” she exclaimed, holding her right hand over her heart. “I told Harry I’d sit this one out with you and give someone else a chance to dance with him. What about one of you?” She looked brightly at Glynnis. “How about you, dear, since Huw doesn’t seem up to it? Harry will show you the steps and you’ll catch on in no time.”
Harry held out a hand, and with a small shrug, Glynnis took it. As the two joined the dancers, Harry gave the signal and the music started up. Mrs. Lloyd and Penny watched as he put his arm around Glynnis and they started to waltz. They moved smoothly in time to the music, turning gracefully and rhythmically.
“Well, what do you think, Penny?” Mrs. Lloyd asked. “You can’t have enjoyed yourself very much sitting here on the sidelines. You’ll have to get the policeman of yours here next week.”
“You’re right, Mrs. Lloyd, I will.”
“Why isn’t he here tonight?”
“He’s with the major crimes unit, Mrs. Lloyd. You know how it is. It’s always something.”
“Well, I’m sure it is, but he shouldn’t let his police work get in the way of his personal life. Policemen tend to put the job first. They should pay more attention to all that talk about balance in their lives that everybody’s going on about these days. In my day, you went to work and you came home. You arrived on time and you left on time, and that was it and nobody thought any more about it. I think the problem is all these mobile devices everywhere. No one can survive five minutes without checking their e-mail. Is everybody so important the world’s going to come to an end if they don’t check their e-mail? Or send one of those awful text messages.”
Penny knew from long experience with Mrs. Lloyd in the salon that once she was off and running it was best just to wait it out, with the odd “mmm hmm” and “you may be right” sprinkled in every now and then to let her know that she had your full attention.
“And Harry and I have come up with the most wonderful idea for New Year’s Eve. He’s going to announce it at the end of the class tonight. You’ll want to get your policeman in on this, that’s for sure.”
At the end of the dance Harry returned with Glynnis, and Mrs. Lloyd stood up, smoothing down her skirt.
“Last dance,” Harry announced. “Evelyn, may I have the honour?” He turned to Glynnis. “Thank you, my dear, it was a pleasure.”
As the dancers resumed their positions, Glynnis turned to Penny.
“I’d better go,” she said. “Huw will be wanting me to help him close up. But please call me. I’d love to go sketching with your group.”
Penny assured her she would and then turned her attention to the dance floor. The difference in the dancers’ confidence and ability in just two hours was amazing. They smiled at their partners, held their heads high, and seemed to be really enjoying themselves.
“Now then,” Harry was saying, “Evelyn and I have a little surprise for you. Over the next few weeks we’re going to work on our dancing skills and then on New Year’s Eve, we’ll have a wonderful, old-fashioned evening of dancing. Best bib and tucker!”
Mrs. Lloyd beamed as the dancers broke into applause.
“Now next week, we’re off to sunny Argentina to learn how to tango. I hope you all enjoyed yourselves tonight and that you’ll be back next week. And tell your friends!”
Penny smiled as Victoria made her way over to her.
“Well, that went well,” Penny said. “You danced all evening with Philip.”
“It was fun. He’s a surprisingly good dancer.” Victoria smiled. “You don’t expect that from an undertaker.”
“No, I guess you don’t,” Penny agreed, “although I’ve always thought he’s a lovely man.”
“Yes, he is and I think he rather fancied you, at one point.” She lowered her voice. “But honestly, what do you think of Mrs. Lloyd and that dancing instructor? She seems really taken with him. Do you think he’s all right?”
“I don’t know, but what I can’t figure out is what he’s doing here. What would bring someone like him to this small town?”
Victoria gave her an ironic smile.
“The same thing that brought you?” And as an afterthought she added, “And me, too, I guess.”
Penny nodded.
“So I wonder what he’s running away from.”
“Or who.”
As usual, Glynnis and Huw Bowen were the last to leave the community centre.
“Well, I think that went well, all things considered,” Huw said as he checked to make sure the door was locked behind them. “But he might have consulted me about that New Year’s dance before making his big announcement. Now I suppose we’ll have to go and I was looking forward to watching it on telly.”
“You don’t have to go if you don’t want to, Huw,” his wife replied. “I’m sure we could manage without you for one night.”
“‘We’? You don’t mean you’d come without me, do you?”
“Yes, I think that’s exactly what I meant.” She let out a bored, tired sigh. “Oh, I don’t know what I meant. Never mind.”
Mrs. Lloyd said good night to Harry on her doorstep. She had decided not to invite him in as she was tired and anxious to clean her face, slather on the expensive apple-serum rejuvenating moisturizer she had just bought, and slip into her nice, warm bed. The dancing had definitely tired her out.
She held her face up and he kissed her cheek.
Then, putting her key in the lock, she let herself into the still, dark house and stood there for a moment before tugging one by one at the fingers of her gloves.
“Had a good time, did you then?” came a voice out of the dark silence.
“Oh! Really, Florence, you scared the life out of me. What on earth do you mean by creeping up on me like that?”
Mrs. Lloyd switched on the hall light to discover Florence in her tattered dark green dressing gown with large red dragons winding around the sleeves.
“Sorry, I’m sure,” Florence said. “Only when I heard you come in and realized you were alone, I thought I’d just see if you wanted anything. Cup of tea before you head up?”
“Well, now that you mention it, that might just hit the spot, if you’re making one anyway,” Mrs. Lloyd agreed. “I’ll get my coat off while you get the kettle on.”
A few minutes later, settled on the sofa lifting a cup of tea to her lips, Mrs. Lloyd beamed at her companion.
“Oh, Florence, I do wish you’d come,” she said. “We all had such a wonderful time and everyone had such high
