harvey, have you ever seen anything like it? viola asks,

dancing in harvey’s arms

at the grange.

harvey looks up at the lights

swirling around the room

from the new myriad reflector,

the enormous cut-glass sphere suspended from the ceiling,

revolving horizontally while

beams of colored lights

play upon it.

it’s like a snowstorm in may, viola, harvey whispers.

and for a moment

viola remembers

why she fell in love with the great mule of a man in the first place,

and all he’s done lately to make things right.

and she nuzzles closer

and they dance to joe ladner’s orchestra.