More Memories
She was four. Mr. H. was in the parlor with the Tall Lady, kneeling down to kiss her hands, like a prince and princess. It must be a game! Minnie scrambled out of her hiding place and sat up on her knees as well, grinning.
"Hello!" She said cheerily to the boy next to the Tall Lady.
"Oh, she has good instincts, my darling," said the Tall Lady. "You two run along and play."
She was nine. Julian was bandaging her feet while she tried to assure him the blood was no big deal, and must be perfectly normal, because every said it was supposed to hurt a bit at first, and they could get it out of all the socks easy, but wasn't she good at en pointe? Wasn't she?
She was eleven. Mr. Buckles was...ashes. In the carpet. Minnie hugged Julian tight, told him it wasn't his fault, and no, she didn't get it either, but he'd figure it out, then went to get the vaccuum.
She was fourteen. She was the best her teacher had ever had, dancing rings around the girls whose lessons were financed by their parent rather than an employer. And Julian was her biggest fan.
She was sixteen. Julian clutched her tightly. She had to get his mind off of this. So she kissed him, passionately.
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