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fine.”
         “Hello ladies.  How are you this evening?”
         “We’re fine, thank you.”  One took Kemah’s hand in his and kissed it the other took Shyla’s hand and kissed it. 
         “I am Joe and this is my brother, Jacob. Would you ladies like to dance?” 
    An obvious lie, Shyla thought.  “Actually,” Shyla was saying before Kemah cut her off.
         “Yes we would but we need to go to the ladies room first.  Would you please excuse us?”
         “We will be waiting right here,” the tall bulky good looking gentleman with the heavy accent said.
    Kemah pulled Shyla along with her to the ladies room.
     
         “Shyla do not flake out on me.  It’s just a dance.”
         “I wasn’t going to flake out.  I just wasn’t feeling up to dancing at the moment.”  She looked into the mirror and applied a layer of gloss on her lips.  “You do know that they are lying about their names.
         “Who cares?  You probably won’t see them again after tonight anyway.  Look I know he isn’t Zackary but he will have to do for the time being.”
         “Please let’s not start that again.  I’ll dance, all right.  But I will not slow dance with that man.  You know I don’t like just anyone’s hand all over my body.”
         “Just Zackary,” Kemah laughed, but it was short lived when Shyla gave her an evil eye.  “Okay, okay.  I’m done teasing.  Now let’s go have some fun.”
         When Kemah and Shyla were on the dance floor they had several observers, one in particular, Zackary.  He couldn’t keep his eyes off Shyla.  He liked the way she moved her body to the music.  But he did not like the way that her dance partner was looking at her body.  Zackary had a mind to go knock his eyes out of socket but he wasn’t a brute.  He did however want to claim Shyla as his own.  Their eyes met.  She didn’t falter.  It was like she was dancing just for him.  Inviting him to come unto her and be one.  He smiled and she smiled back.  Then Sandy and another woman walked up to him, rubbing her hand up and down his arm and a little too close to his chest.  That killed the mood.  Zackary could see the disappointment in her eyes.  She turned and continued dancing with her partner. 
         “Sandy.  Betty.  What can I do for you?”
         “Will you dance with me?  I really like this music,” Sandy asked.
         “Since when?” Zackary responded disbelievingly.
         “Since Betty and I went and took dance lessons earlier today.  Come on Zacky.”  She pulled at his arm.  “It will be fun,” she smiled up at him almost like a small child in search of approval.     
    He smiled back.  “Sure.  Come on.”  He pulled her by the hand to the dance floor.  She was bouncing up and down as they went.
         The song ended so Shyla thanked the gentleman for the dance as he escorted her back to her table.  Kemah was sitting there and she had noticed the way Shyla was dancing toward Zackary.  She saw the way they looked at one another and she knew for sure that Shyla was holding out and those two would eventually get together.  It may not be tonight but sometime in the near future their paths would collide and they would have no way of keeping their relationship as it was.
         Shyla dropped herself into her seat so hard it startled Kemah.
         “Do you want to tell me what’s wrong, now?”
         “Nothing,” she felt hot tears sting her eyes.
         “Then why do you have tears in your eyes?”
         “It’s not tears.  It’s the wind,” she gulped and took a napkin from the table to dry her eyes and forehead from the falling moisture.  “And that seemed like a workout.  Do you think we are going to get a storm?  I heard that a tropical storm is the worst.  It’s a good thing we didn’t go to the Keys like we started too, huh?”
         “Shyla!  Girl, the wind