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Sherry

 

 

The Dance
 A get well card/story for Melanie Maben.

Murdoch made his way to the punch bowl. Nodding hello to friends and neighbors as he went, he scanned the crowd for his youngest son, Johnny. Getting him to this dance had been like doing a week’s work.

“I told you, Murdoch, I don’t like my fun organized.” Johnny had made his intentions clear and walked out the door as soon as Murdoch made the announcement that he wanted him and Scott to attend the annual dance held just before the spring round-up.

That evening, Scott had tried again. “You know, Johnny, the valley’s ranchers are the hosts for the dance on Saturday. As owners of the biggest ranch in the San Joaquin, it would look pretty rude if we didn’t show up. Besides, think of all the pretty girls that’ll be there to dance with.”

“I don’t like to dance at those shindigs.” Johnny had both hands on his hips and shook his head. “Okay, I’ll go to the dance but don’t expect me to do anything but be there.”
He pointed his index finger first at Scott and then at his father.

Scott had grinned and headed to the kitchen; Murdoch was sure it had been to tell Teresa of his success in getting Johnny to say he’d go to the dance. Now, if they could coax him to do more than brood in a corner the entire night.

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“Johnny sure is light on his feet, who is his date?” Aggie Conway’s hand rested lightly on Murdoch’s arm.

“What? Johnny! He’s not dancing.” Murdoch found himself stammering as he tried to get his head wrapped around what Aggie was saying. Turning to the dance floor he watched as his youngest glided around the dance floor with a beautiful young lady. She was as light as he was dark. Her golden tresses twirled down her back entwined with ribbons and her upturned face showed glowing eyes that seemed to see nothing but Johnny.

Scott walked up beside Murdoch and Aggie. “If I’m not mistaken, that vision dancing with my brother is Melanie Maben. Every single man here has been trying to dance with her but ‘Mr. I don’t like to dance’ hasn’t given anyone an opening since they stepped on the floor. I do believe that stare he gives anyone trying to cut in scares them all off.” Scott moved to the punch bowl for a drink and then rejoined the other two as they continued to watch Johnny and Melanie dance.

“Scott, I’ve never seen John look at anyone like he’s looking at that girl.” Murdoch quietly voiced his observation.

“Sir, I think it’s safe to say our Johnny is smitten by Miss Melanie Maben.”

“She must be very special, this Melanie.”

 

 

And you are a special lady to so many of us, Melanie. We love you!

~ end ~

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