At first Cherry wouldn’t answer the door,

but the person kept knocking

then a voice came through the wood.

“I was wondering if you would like to ballroom with me? I
think you would be successful if you tried.”

Cherry touched the back of the door with both hands.

“We’re not getting any younger,” the voice said.

“We might as well try.”

After some time, the handle turned,

and the door opened slowly.

There was Weng with his arms in position.

“Don’t look at your feet,” he said as they began to move.

“Look at me.”

After a few times around the car,

old people appeared from nowhere and joined in.